I have no religion
The one I have is in the lock box
Love is the closet form of prayer
It’s around every corner, waiting, wanting
Love can start anywhere
On line at the post office
On the C train headed to Penn Station
Shopping for avocados in the market
Even if your heart has been splintered
In a million shards of scrap
Go to the lost and found
The clerk might be holding flowers
Live, Lust, Dream, Laugh
Smile through dark clouds
Pet a dog, give money to those with less
Love yourself, Make this the day…
