Saturday, June 10, 2017

Four Prayers

God, you come and go
like the wind in the trees,
attending to endless invisible business.

Remember when you were fire
and I was wood?
Life was much easier then.

God, if pain is your megaphone
I think you've turned me deaf.
Teach me sign language. Please.
I can't read lips.

My God, my God,
why haven't you forsaken me?
I feel you sitting around,
beside me silent in room after room,
waiting for me to trip on some truth.

Why play this game? Why not terrify me
all at once with your burning face,
or leave me at peace in the cold?
You tease me with matches hidden
under carpets, under rocks.

God, if you can do anything,
can you free me from myself?
I am tired. She weighs me down.