The words of the old prayer came up unbidden.

His grandmother's old prayer, or as much of it as he could call to mind.

She flipped though the pages of the book, the old prayers that meant so little here.

I'm awful tired of saying the same old prayer.

And now in the hot teeming street, he found himself whispering under his breath old prayers again.

"Our father," Johnny said, stepping easily onto the road of the old prayer.

My head is just a mishmash of old prayers and responses.

Almost as if he saw a serendipitous answer to an old prayer.

It is an old prayer, perhaps dating back centuries, but yet one I felt "proper" given the situation that we were in now.

And you can read it tonight at the wake instead of some poopy old prayer.