People Pray Poem by Mark Heathcote

People pray; give me absolution
Take my sins away
Make me a better person today
But seldom, does it happen that way.

People pray for friends and family
Many ask for more security—prosperity
Lord, send some more money, hope my way
I'll promise not to squander it, blow it all away.

People pray for their own, difficulties
Pray for others of a natural disaster
Lord, take care of my sister & brother
Lord, take good care of my mother & father.

People pray for other people of a different faith or of no faith
Lord, we are all dandelion seeds scattered to the four winds
Lord, water these poor thirsty folk
Prevent them from leading empty lives, from going to hell broke.

Some people pray for their enemies
Ask on their behalves for forgiveness
Repent, preaching the ten commandments of Moses
As they share useless, hollow, condolences.

These people pray, give me absolution
Take my sins away
Make me a better person today
But seldom, does it happen this way.

I pray Lord; all these seeds don't find religion
But-just learn to flower and flourish anyhow
By any means, they too know-how
Not any day soon, but now.