You, My Answered Prayer Poem by Mark Heathcote

With relics of the lost and found.
My inner walls are coming down.

Paper mache hearts are these Chinese lanterns.
They have had their share of disasters.

Each day, a firework pings and fizzles out.
I string another to the partial blackout.

And hold it burning as if it is a signalling sign.
I am as strong and steady as a Scots Pine.

I'll throw my arms around you night and day.
For you to be my next workday buffet.

I'll whisper all my longing needs.
So when I rub my well-worn prayer beads.

You, my answered prayer — never, never leave.
This promised hope, we both together, weave.