by Patrick Connors
He loves the beach. He walks barefoot along the shoreline as close to the water without getting wet while as far away from people as possible. Like every man, he experiences loss, failure, isolation, accusations numerous as the grains of sand between his burning toes. The beach is where he finds peace. It is his favourite place to pray to the One who formed this beauty as a gift to all who would receive it. He prays for the world which once again suffers so much. He prays it will not be swept away by the rising tides of hatred. He prays for his family he prays for his friends he prays for his enemies he prays to be able to tell the difference. He rests at the end of a concrete pier. “I have not been overcome,” he proclaims to the setting sun, “and that will have to do for now.”
Patrick Connors’ first chapbook, Scarborough Songs, was released by LyricalMyrical Press in 2013, and charted on the Toronto Poetry Map. Other publication credits include: The Toronto Quarterly, Spadina Literary Review, Sharing Spaces, Tamaracks, and Tending the Fire.His first full collection, The Other Life, was released in 2021 by Mosaic Press.
Thank you Pat it was lovely read I always pray for everybody as well my prayers is the only thing that keeps you from going insane
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