A Heal All Poem by Barry Middleton

Guess I forgot to pray;
that's not the cause
of my dismay.

The lonely part is waiting,
and all this midnight
annotating.

I don't like to admit
jumbled feelings
I acquit.

The poems hide my fears,
my sadness, doubts,
and acrid tears.

I pen this quiet prayer;
I know that it was
always there.

I hope that heaven hears.
I have not prayed
for many years.

But when these feelings fall
I think, perhaps
prayer can heal all.