Poem: Morning Prayers


Morning Prayers

God, it appears, does not believe in straight lines,
in prayers answered simply.
He likes the wandering path, full
of scenery, fallen trees and perilous weather.
He likes delays and surprises
and sudden twists in the story line to grace
that make no sense to mere mortals like myself.

I have worn out my anger at his delay.
praying for less, praying for more wonder
at the journey.

About this poem

I am pretty sure God’s answered most of my prayers, but dang if I can understand how I got here.


PS – The picture was taken at the chapel in Mystic Village, CT.

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