Sunday Morning Prayer

hot humid sunday morning
decided to do some praying
in a good spot for it
over at the monastery next door
the greek monks chant
a beautiful service
in greek which means
I don't understand it
from 6am to 11am
it is a magnificent holy place
where understanding words
is not necessary
then of course you eat
oh here I go again ambling on
and not getting to what I wanted
to tell you
little quiet slow things
become big noisy fast things
here at the cabin
like this morning
I stepped into the garage
and got stopped short
I had to sweep a tarantula
the size of a baseball
out of the path to my car
it didn't like it much
assuming its attack mode
showing me all its biting stuff
it meant business so did I
wondered if a prayer
would work here and now
I gently persuaded it to retreat
to a safe dark corner
away from the sure crunch of a tire
gentle interesting creatures
I hope our paths cross again