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
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