POEMS - 2006 - Prayer

PRAYER

And there it was,

A need so great,

I could not leave,

It up to fate.

So to my knees,

With steeple hands,

I told the Lord,

My urgent plans.

I laid it out,

The whole mistake,

I pled my cause,

In His name’s sake.

I told Him how,

He was so great,

How that I knew,

T’was not too late.

How only if,

He acted now,

I sure would make,

A solemn vow.

I poured my heart,

Out on the seat,

Of mercy where,

The Lord so sweet.

Said, “Don’t you know?

The words you pray,

Are filtered through,

ALL … the words you say?

I don’t just hear,

A chosen few,

Mock piety,

From a sacred pew.

For all your words,

To friend and foe,

Are measured here,

Not just below.

For if you fall,

You give a sign,

That lets me know,

Just who is mine.

And if you rise,

You choose a side,

The inner self,

You cannot hide.

So make your prayers,

Of honest verse,

For if you lie,

You make it worse.

Which shall I choose,

Which shall it be?

Words from your life?

Or from bended knee?”

Sheila Willar  -  February 7, 2006