These are a couple of prayer poems that I wrote about a year apart from each other.
My prayer in sharing is that a word or a line will resonate with someone.
Fields
She twirled the strand of twine
As she sat perched
On the weathered wooden fence
Just biding time.
Her ash grey pup, panting,
Lay sprawled at her feet.
Time passed like the gentle breeze
Tugging at her hair.
Time could not bring the words
To her chapped lips.
A prayer, not even that;
A groan began to form
Goodness. This was good.
The rich green of the grass.
Copper, her pup.
And God was good.
More good than these.
It was hard to believe.
God help her unbelief.
She wanted to see.
Longing seized her
For the warmth she could not reach,
The part of the sun
That alluded her.
"We hope for what
We do not see
We wait;
We wait with patience"
The Spirit sang;
She longed to catch
The sweet melody
Of hope unseen.
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Streets
White-washed walls
Windows, curtain-less
Twelve by twelve feet
Looking out on grey streets
We sing, we pray
God bring rain,
Wash away the stain
Of hearts bleeding with shame.
This is my plea
As I sit here silently
Whisper life and hope
To the emptiness echoing inside of me.
Fill me like a kettle full of tea,
Whistling the truth boiling in me,
Pouring forth love
In a constant, steady stream.
