'No Room For Prayer' Poem by Linda Winchell

Why is there so little anxiety?
To get some time to pray?
And why so little forethought,
To secure a portion of your day?

Why is there so much speaking?
Yet so little time is prayer?
Why is there so much running to and fro?
Yet never getting anywhere?

Why so many meetings?
With our fellow-man?
Yet so little time is given,
Too the GREATEST of a friend?

Why so little of being alone?
To fill that thirsting of ones' soul?
It is God's filling of these solitary hours,
That will render joys untold.