The magical thing about prayer
Is falling to pieces
But knowing God is listening-
Listening to indiscernible sobs,
As I cry out to Him.
I can feel His arms around me,
As I curl up in loneliness
And rock myself to sleep,
So He comes for me,
Ready to love the unlovable.
The magical thing about prayer
Is that it's so illogical:
An outsider thinks you're crazy
For talking to yourself,
But you know the crazy part
Is God listens to your cries,
Despite your many sins.
Why should He listen-
Why would He listen-
If it weren't for love?
Crazy, illogical love?
The magical thing about prayer
Is it's open to everyone,
About everything, anything,
And I can pray for you,
And you can pray for me,
Broken strangers,
Trying to pick up each other's pieces,
And maybe we can
Because this prayer
Isn't about me helping you
Or you helping me,
No, it's us asking Him to intervene
Because we know only He can.
The magical thing about prayer
Is the wildness of it all,
No real rules,
I promise, no matter what they say,
There are no rules.
I don't close my eyes,
And I don't fold my hands
Because my mind is distracting,
And I have to work sometimes,
But I can still pray,
Even when I'm busy,
I can call out for help.
I don't have to be silent,
So sometimes I sing,
And sometimes I write
Because it's whatever I want-
Whatever I need,
Just to show and feel love.
The magical thing about prayer
Is everything.
Every little thing.
It's magic.
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Random Thoughts
PoetryThis is kind of just my brain and random thoughts I feel like sharing with someone in the middle of the night. Don't take any of it for more than it is because I'm always fine. Also, please don't judge the whole book by the first few poems. I promis...
