A Prayer of Contentment....

Let me be content.

In dance, let me be content.
Raising my glass to the head of the class was never easy.
and for the first few months
in that gold windowed studio
I wept after every class
watching as The tall angel-faced blonde
pirouetted across the thin layer of hot air,
just above the floor.

In love let me be content.
I thought that we could be a couple, but I guess not.
every silver, silent day, waiting
half-scared and eager
for those few moments of time that chance might allow
us to meet each-other
for he and I to sit and whisper, and long
toward a time that could allow us to be together.

In money let me be content.
Relying, on those two hard workers, to pay my way is not the way I want to live.
feeling the red flower of shame bloom inside me
every time new costs or expenses came our way
and working all the hours that haven’t already been claimed just isn’t enough
time to grow up Lydia.

God, when will you let me be content?