What kind of presence answers sincere prayer with silence when so many have prayed to no avail?
(A lone voice whispers)
Many nights I've kneeled and prayed.
I kneeled and prayed for better days to return as my beloved lay sick as her life candle burned.
Prayed so whole once more they could return and stay, but within that blaze.
Within its purple haze laughed the Tall Man, who whispered,
"Go join the back of the sad queue of those fools praying and dreaming of Halcyon days.”
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
In memory of praying endlessly before cancer took my beloved sister.
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