A Poem Exploring the Lord's Prayer, Part 3/8

THE CURIOUS METAMORPHOSIS OF LEIGH SITTAY (An Atheist Finding Faith)

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This prayer “Hallowed be thy name” rubs me wrong.

Is God so insecure He needs to bend each song

To honor Him? I ramble through winter woods beneath

The dullest clouds; the frozen fog creates a wreath

Encircling branches, windows, fence with silver hame.

What if the Name was unlike every other name?

To praise the glory of One admits the worth of all.

For if the Maker makes it well, why should it gall

My spirit to give Him due? To hallow, pierced with pleasure,

Will highlight beauty’s author as my truest treasure.