Poem: "Prayer Chain" by Tim Nolan.

(Tim is an attorney with the Rider, Bennet Law Firm in Minneapolis. Tim’s poetry has been published in the national publications The Nation, Ploughshares and Poetry East. He lives in south Minneapolis with his wife Kate and three children – Elizabeth, Maeve, and Frank.)

Prayer Chain

My mother called to tell me
about an old classmate of mine who

was dying on the parish prayer chain—
or was very sick—or destitute—

or it had not worked out—the marriage—
or the kids were all on drugs—and

all the old mothers were praying intensely
for all the pain of their children

and for life—they were praying for life—
in their quiet rooms—sipping decaf coffee—

I bet they've been praying for me at times—
so I'll find my way—so I won't rob a bank—

I'll take them—the mystical prayers of old mothers—
it matters—all this patient and purposeful love.

(from Writer's Almanac)