My Daughter's Prayer Closet

My Daughter’s Prayer Closet (A poem by Jesus) My daughter’s prayer closet is ever-changing First it was her van Then it was her basement floor Then it became a summertime meadow at dusk Then it became a field near a horse’s pasture Daughter, You carried your insect repellent one night to meet me at dawn Do you recall praying and swatting mosquitoes? What many would call a demonic attack I would call Mother Nature’s interruptions Daughter, I remember the multiple times you stared up at the sky begging me to reveal my angels Only to find out that I decided to show them to your coworker Sue instead If I showed you every one of my mysteries then you would have nothing exciting to talk about as you work with your patients and coworkers at the hospital Daughter, Your prayer closet today was the chair at your desk Yesterday it was the spot beside your doggy’s bed Tomorrow you will be on bended knee beside your old walnut bed How many prayer closets does my daughter have? It grows each and every day! Love, Jesus