How I Read Aloud, 13

[And the accessibility of the "prayer" continues for you and your audience with the warmth of "just lending a helping hand."]

       The beauty of the next imagery is the lynch-pin of the poem for me.  I, you, any member of the audience is taking “a created day” and slipping it “into the archive of life,/where all our lived-out days are lying together.”  There’s something so right about that imagery, maybe especially for someone who’s built up a dossier of such days.  And the “our” wraps the speaker of the poem  (you or I) together with members of the audience.  It signals that we can talk with familiar tones, as though we and they were one.