Sometimes upon the worst of days
when breath comes hard and painful,
that's the time to offer praise,
the time when it's most gainful,
not for brownie points, for sure,
'cause that's not how God works;
no, it makes the mind secure
against the spastic jerks
that befall the carnal man
in seeking an escape;
focused praise takes him in hand
to bind him in divine duct tape,
and places him on bended knee
where he can be truly free.
Sylvia kneels for God too, especially when He brings ice cream.
