(somewhere between prose/poetry and prayer)

So many of my prayers
Are in the ether in hospital chapels
Littered at school gates
Waiting for the no.29 bus to town

And many of my prayers
Are wept over graveyards
Scattered like confetti at weddings
Joyful at newborn pics

A lot of my prayers scramble to decide
What I’m feeling inside
Some of my prayers find form without words
Are born into silence voiced to you

Often my prayers are the opening
Of a chapter
I put it down and don’t make it
To the end

All of my prayers
Are snatches of desperation
Indescribable thanks
Heartfelt petitions
Attempts at conversations with you

As you’re constantly there
And hear me and care
In the quiet everywhere
You are waiting for prayer

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