“Bedtime Prayer” by Richard F. Yates

When I was three or four, my mom taught me this cute, little prayer to say before bed:

“Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take…”

I never slept much as a child. Horrible nightmares—the lights on until I was well into my teens…

Not only had my mom told me that it was possible for me to DIE in my sleep, blissfully unaware of any danger I might be in, but she also implied that there were OTHER THINGS that might take my “soul” besides the Lord—otherwise, why did I have to beg the Lord (the Lord of WHAT was never made very clear to me) to be sure to collect mine…

I think my mom believed she was comforting me with that little prayer—but it didn’t work…

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Grand Hoohaa of The P.E.W.)


About richardfyates

Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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