Forgotten Prayers

Forgotten Prayers prose poem

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I have no magic words to heal your heart;
I’ve caused deep wounds–black and blue and raw.
The memories, like relentless scavengers, they gnaw
To tear the fragile sinew of our love apart.

Your thoughts, I know, are like serrated blades,
With stinging blows almost too much to bear.
And a brassy heaven to echo back your feeble prayer
And make you wonder why you even prayed.

I cannot know the trepidation you must feel
Alone and empty, filled with doubt and strained.
To wonder: are “all things new” or simply feigned.
These last few months, an illusion or are they real.

Yet, unbeknownst–behind the scenes–stealthily they fly;
The answer to our forgotten prayers is sent.
From Heaven’s throne where once, with doubt, we went,
With tears, questioning if our petitions reached so high.

With hope, though love will not your scars erase,
We with doubting, trembling faith proceed,
And from the tempter’s vile grasp are freed,
With love anew we run the race.

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