I haven’t prayed the way I think
I should: listing all my wants/needs
I wish fulfilled. I’ve been sitting still on this porch, music low enough
to hear, see the world.
The crickets rub their legs together,
making a song birds carry travels long. Yellow wings flutter about,
time is no concept with freedom found. Crows caw. Dogs bark.
The sun shines. Fades away. Cars pass to & fro,
home bound or other places far.
People talk. Car doors slam. Empty or full, I do not know. Another bird calls out a phrase I know, yet fear admittance.
A car starts, pulls away.
The bird is quiet now.
I turn the music back on.
I paused to listen to this bird cry.
A song plays about waiting for God.
His voice far away.
You are alone.
What you’d give
to hear your name,
sweet is the sound
on Beloved lips-
a garden perfumed
the Word with, in,
You look at me-
I know, Jesus,
isolation brings my soul
back to truth: You forsake not,
letting my heart, mind, body
come as they are, crippled.
my true beauty,
my unspoken prayer,