Mail To God
This pray is priority
Cloaked of concluded hopes
Mail marked fragile
Glass like thoughts reside within
Orally stamped Amen
May they make it in one piece
Eagerly awaiting results through mundane lively hood spent hours
They must come, for that prayer of all prayers was fashioned of my souls sincerity
Nights pass by and days venture away, still no reply received of any foreign kingdom
Doubts that God could read such beaten prayers play mischievous in my intellect
Doubts that the sincerity and tears placed within the prayer were understood
Doubts that prayer exist, and an uncanny skepticism of the realism of its intended reader
Days continue to venture, Night clouds swim by and still no reply
I must believe
Although my hope is battered, it’s not yet broken
Although doubts encroached my will, belief still subsist
For He will reply
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I think
Copyright © James Faulkner | Year Posted 2009
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