Prayer-Prayer In A Dry Time Poem by Mary Mc Creath
Prayer-Prayer In A Dry Time
My God I need you.
My heart reaches out to the
tips of my fingers,
Longing wells from a depth
that is unfathomable.
I long to be reached by you..
I long for you like a lost child it's mother.
Like a desert traveler for water,
Like a rocket searching the universe,
For a place to land.
I look for you like a poor man,
Looking for work to feed his family.
Like a young man searching for pleasure.
Like an old man seeking rest.
Oh! Where are You?
Mary, i relate to this poem and was drawn in by my heart reaches out to you to the tips of my fingers. I have thought of myself many times with arms and hands extended like tree branches. I have something similar in my poem Refresh, O God. - glen kappy
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4/21/2024 1:57:09 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful poem. For me, exactly how it feels when it's hard to connect. There are days like that. And they are OK. But I wish that gender did not rear its head. Perhaps it could be a poor person looking to feed a her family. That is the way I think of it. Thank you.