I THROW MYSELF DOWN IN MY CHAMBER… AND INVITE GOD AND HIS ANGELS THERE.

AND WHEN THEY ARE THERE…

I NEGLECT THEM, WHEN I HEAR THE NOISE OF A RATTLING COACH...

OR THE SQUEEKING OF A DOOR.

I PRAY AS IF I WERE TALKING TO GOD… WITH MY EYES LIFTED UP…

AND MY KNEES BOWED DOWN. BUT IF GOD OR HIS ANGELS ASKED ME…

WHEN I LAST THOUGHT ABOUT GOD DURING THAT SAME PRAYER…

I COULD NOT TELL THEM.

SOMETIMES I FIND THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN WHAT I AM DOING.

BUT JUST WHEN I FORGOT, I CANNOT TELL.

A MEMORY OF YESTERDAY’S PLEASURES.

A FEAR OF TOMORROWS DANGERS.

A PIECE OF STRAW UNDER MY KNEE.

A NOISE IN MY EAR.

A LIGHT IN MY EYE.

ANYTHING TAKES MY ATTENTION AWAY FROM MY PRAYER.