Thy Kingdom come on hard times. Thy will be done like dinner. Our Father, I don’t know whether to sing or cry half the time, to pull down the Patriarchy or lift up the Glory of your Name always a little clipped and bent by my thick, human accent. If your art is heaven, then make earth your gallery and in the public library offer free adult education on aesthetic appreciation. If it’s a success follow it with a course on forgiveness. As for temptation, decent daily bread often helps its moderation