How many Hail Mary’s do I need to get to heaven?
How many do I have now, how many left to go?
When I have them all, got them under my belt like a
holiday meal, what do I do in there?
Give me a minute to savor that time.
I’m gonna start with coffee and a cheese Danish from old New York.
Thin sliced almonds on the crust.
Served by a girl with brown eyes and an honest smile.
I saw her in shul once.
Pale with soft, barely noticeable dark hair on her forearms.
Fascinating.
Her dress had short sleeves that were puffy.
And - I will be grateful - without ambition.
(Is that possible for the likes of me?)
Hail Mary.
Hail Mary.