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 …………………. …………………. ………………… I think