Oh would that I might not go
Knocking on wood
It has not brought help as I’d
Hoped that it could
So-I’ll-knock on the Wood of the
Cross through much prayer
That groundburst…
Of all that is good

When stuck, I’ve tried crossing my
Fingers for luck
No dice! Luck is rarely “a
lady tonight”
So-I’ll-cross myself calmly
With love and with trust
Since luck ain’t…
Got nothin’ on Christ

When Friday the 13th
Occured, I’d grow cold
Expecting a terrible
Day to unfold
Now-a-days I consider each
Friday as Gold
The day…
Death and Satan were trolled

I mindlessly mumbled my
Prayers without care
To force the Lord’s hand in my
Schemes and affairs
Then-I-heard the words, “Father, Not
My Will, but Thine”
Aware now…
I’ll echo His prayer