Prayer Is Always More Poem by Midifo Yearns

Prayer is like an open hand
in which a blackbird lays her eggs
nests her brood until they fly
gives them hope to live, not die.

Prayer is like extended hand
that cups the earthen grains of sand
in which a flower grows to bloom
and beauty brightens every gloom.

Prayer is like the furrowed brow
that nestles on the heads that bow
in anguish, doubt and fragile fear
that lingers on in every tear.

Prayer expects and waits in love
does nothing more than sit
until the will of God on life
like glove on hand will snugly fit.