Lord teach us to pray.
Just as John taught his disciples.
So often, I just don’t know what to say.
Just endless worries the mind recycles.

Sometimes I say the Rosary.
It’s an alternative to worry.
It too is poetry.
A chance our mind’s worrying wanderings to bury.

But if all else fails.
There is always the Our Father.
From us a message sails.
We can lay our lives on his altar.

Perhaps it’s helps if for a moment I don’t think about myself.
But for a change think and pray for somebody else.