What do we now do with a life unfulfilled?
can we ever live long enough to complete it in a way
that’s agreeably final?
has anyone ever taught us to pray?
does anyone need to?
what is the right way, so that we get prayers answered?
I waited and waited.
But, I pray all the time.
and, have done so for years.
I can’t lie about it.
I can’t explain if I ever got any answers
or if God was even listening.
Yet, strange not explainable and provable
things have happened.
I then decided to take matters into my own hands
and prayed outside to God’s audience…
his breeze, sun, trees
I saw that
there is me and there is out there
and God is God wherever he may be
that there is a silence about it
and nothing belongs to me
nothing at all
for he also gave me an invisible soul
which he also made with
his own hands.
and, I did get answers,
but they cast no words.
and it said…
you have your questions,
and you have but one life,
and it is up to you
and only you
to get on with it
in your own way
because your days