Prayer...

I sat alone in prayer

I asked God of right and wrong and fair

He said, 'and look upon this
sudden interest,
who is this girl, this muse,
this temptress?'

I sat alone in prayer

I asked God, 'God, are you there?'

He said, 'O what a thing to do,
to sit in such a cozy seat,
and wonder where your chair's gone to!'

I sat alone in prayer

I asked God, 'What does death compose?'

He said, ' a morbid thought I do suppose,
but a tangled guilt a bloody rose,
The cheerful and ignorant,
Death, say I, is not for those...'

I sat alone in prayer

I asked God, 'well and what of war?'

He said, ' come now my child,
the world's a bore, you have your sports,
I have my war, what you think
war's too mild?'

I sat alone in prayer

I asked God, ' well and what of love?'

He said, ' love is you,
you, my love, I give to them,
I dub thee man, but call thee friend.'



(I sat alone in prayer

'God,' I asked, will I be okay?'

He shook his ball and said,
'ask again another day,')