NARRATOR: I COME TO THE ROOM AND I CLOSE THE DOOR.
I THROW MYSELF DOWN IN MY CHAMBER… AND INVITE GOD AND HIS ANGELS THERE.
AND WHEN THEY ARE THERE…
I NEGLECT THEM, WHEN I HEAR THE NOISE OF A RATTLING COACH...
OR THE SQUEEKING OF A DOOR.
I PRAY AS IF I WERE TALKING TO GOD… WITH MY EYES LIFTED UP…
AND MY KNEES BOWED DOWN. BUT IF GOD OR HIS ANGELS ASKED ME…
WHEN I LAST THOUGHT ABOUT GOD DURING THAT SAME PRAYER…
I COULD NOT TELL THEM.
SOMETIMES I FIND THAT I HAVE FORGOTTEN WHAT I AM DOING.
BUT JUST WHEN I FORGOT, I CANNOT TELL.
A MEMORY OF YESTERDAY’S PLEASURES.
A FEAR OF TOMORROWS DANGERS.
A PIECE OF STRAW UNDER MY KNEE.
A NOISE IN MY EAR.
A LIGHT IN MY EYE.
ANYTHING TAKES MY ATTENTION AWAY FROM MY PRAYER.