Samantha Haynes Poet Dramatic Monologue

In the Potter's Hands- Prayer

Dear God,
Hey its me... again
This time things have got a lot worse
Sorry I haven’t prayed in...sorry I haven’t prayed.

Everything seems to be due;
Phone, water, electricity, gas.

I don't know.

I didn’t get through the interview last week
And I really had my heart set on that job

I can’t send the kids on that school trip either 
And apparently they’re getting teased about it at school

I had an argument with my friend yesterday 
And I said something really bad, 
I’m so sorry

Oh and you know those choir rehearsals 
at church? Don’t really wanna talk about it but apparently, I can’t sing


I guess what I’m trying to say is that I feel worthless
And so lonely
Nothing is right
I feel like the clay in the potters hands but instead 
Of moulding I’m being pounded
Sometimes it feels like you’re not there, I thought you knew me.



N.B. I wrote this and used it as an intro in an uplifting drama/dance piece I did at 
my church years ago. It represents real prayer; a one to one with God, the real 
problems we face and sometimes the lack of hope we feel sometime when we 
believe that He is not there when He is, we're just in the Potter's Hands, getting 
moulded.

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