you see, I pray a lot
I mean no, I don't pray a lot
I don't know if I pray or not
it's more thought,
on the infinite topic,
a talk
yes of course - a bit one-sided, I know
have I seen, heard - a vision? a voice?
thank God no! I'd be pleased not to be
blessed quite so much as that
I like my miracles flat
but every long once in a while
that talk
hits a snag that I can't see
to work free myself
- it resolves itself to a plea,
to a prayer.
and last night I asked you
to help.
you were there
1 comment:
This poem had a nice rhythm, and a meaning that wasn't deep and confusing which is always appreciated. I like your style.
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