This seems oddly appropriate: (I have no idea where I ran across it; I'm as much of a packrat online as I am IRL.)
Prayer on a Morning My Car Wouldn't Start
I sit behind the wheel And finger the keys like a rosary. Surely there is some prayer That can move pistons. If spirits slaughter germs, Or bring about a sudden burst Of hope or courage, even love, Why not something simple, something Closer to expedience? Why not dispatch One lonely angel to caress my carburetor, Fix my fanbelt, or unclog my fuel line, Just one greasy-winged mechanic, Inept at saving souls, but damned Good at getting me on my way.
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Date: 2009-08-08 04:50 am (UTC)Prayer on a Morning My Car Wouldn't Start
I sit behind the wheel
And finger the keys like a rosary.
Surely there is some prayer
That can move pistons.
If spirits slaughter germs,
Or bring about a sudden burst
Of hope or courage, even love,
Why not something simple, something
Closer to expedience? Why not dispatch
One lonely angel to caress my carburetor,
Fix my fanbelt, or unclog my fuel line,
Just one greasy-winged mechanic,
Inept at saving souls, but damned
Good at getting me on my way.
by Jack Ridl