Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Prayers in the Attic

Pin It Another day starts and I talk in my head,
An uttered prayer and then roll out of bed.
I ne’r did pause or think to know,
About what I’d asked or how it’d go.

I was anxious yes, for another day,
When prayer was through and it was time for play.
I quickly finished my hurried prayer,
No thought to where it went from there.

For days on end and then for weeks,
My prayers were often quick and weak.
For I had things, yes thing to do,
My prayers were said, oh that I knew.

The years swept by and one day I crept,
Up our creaky attic steps.
I was curious then what I may find,
Up in a space unused by time.

I stumbled o’er something on the floor,
Dusty covered and left unstored.
I bent down and brushed away the dust,
From the hardened surface, caked with rust.

I drew in a gasp for there it lay,
A prayer I once had thought I’d prayed.
I saw another and dozens ‘round,
Prayers I’d prayed thought heaven-bound.

I could only then wonder why they stay,
And not off on their journey so far away.
I then felt tears escape my eyes,
As I realized that I had not tried.

I could recall with each one,
The things I’d prayed but left undone.
The Lord hadn’t answered or so I thought,
But he couldn’t return calls He never got.

I see that prayers to heaven never go,
When spoken thoughtless by us below.
With confidence renewed I then said,
A vow I would do better instead.

For never again did I want the disgrace,
Of letter to God in this dusty space.
And so let us try with power spent,
Into heartfelt prayers to ensure they’re sent.

—Teachinfourth

7 comments:

Deo Volente said...

This poem is absolutely incredible! I love it.

annette said...

Sigh. I am so guilty of this very thing.

BTW, nice poem.

Stephen said...

WOW! I always seem to learn something here.

Grafxgurl said...

that is so true.. i never thought of it that way. I guess it IS talking to God, and He deserves ALL our unconditional attention and worship.
But i do think He hears every prayer though.. said thoughtlessly or otherwise.

Kris said...

Wow! I have alot of rusty old prayers laying around. I'm guilty of not taking the time to make sure my calls go through. That was a wonderful poem.

Gerb said...

Guilty. I'm avoiding the attic.

Anonymous said...

Loved the poem. I get so busy, and going over my daily schedule each morning, that this poem really hit home! Thanks for the reminder. I needed it.
KJ

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