On Prayer

Why do a million fools pray?
Their prayers are echoed back
With more of the same.
Not a brand new day
Or angelic love issued
From godly ray.
Not even the strength
To live on this way.

A million walls shift and align
To separate our souls
from the perfect divine.
We aren’t given time
In our long and lonely stories
To draw a straight line
Between our empty hearts
And heavenly sky.
It’s all so hopeless
So why even try?
I push miracles aside.
The celestial stars
Must have long ago died.


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