A Prayer For Gwen

There once was a lady named Gwen,
Liked a good blessing now and again,
But in God didn’t trust,
So she found that she must,
Turn to her rhyming friend Ken,
He was of a secular school,
Penned these lines – both a blessing and rule,
“May truth be what you utter,
May diamonds fill your gutter,
And may your ass not be far from your stool.”