Prayer Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Prayer



Even those who pass
through church doors can often
be surprised by prayer

the tiny familiar ache
of loss like a baby’s fingers clutching
at a breast, or the surprise

and warm delight of a voice
heard across a great absence
of forgetfulness, neglect

or perhaps sitting here, within
the broken walls of a life
searching with some purpose for words
with which to give simple thanks.

Thursday, November 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: prayer
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Charl JF Cilliers

Charl JF Cilliers

Cape Town, South Africa
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