I’ve never felt good at prayer, in that
It’s like telling jokes to a stubbornly silent crowd
And I’m here at the mic, like
Is this landing? Is this any good?
C’mon, give me something
Give me a sign
Give me anything.
I should know, you know
When people say, oh,
No invisible sky fairy
Will ever love you back,
I know. I know there’s no answers,
No real signs but what I read into things, but God:
I hope. I hope there’s something
To be said for a sliver of blue in the sky,
In the first sprouts from seed,
In the first signs of the good earth
Rousing from sleep.
