Prayer (Part 1) Poem by John M. FitzGerald

Now, I stare into emptiness,
alone enough for poetry,
alone enough for even me,
alone requiring mention of passing.

There are these words, a sound,
an order, evasive emotions
I’ve known so long, just not acknowledged.
But others begin to notice frozen souls.

I don’t know why I seem surprised.
I’m making life happen, I let it run wild.
I ought to rein it in a little,
maybe do some real work.

Give me that alpha rhythmic vibe
and I’ll go one-on-one with God.
God is not too busy for people like me.
I say, you are no God without me.