Deaf Prayers

Deaf Prayers

On her knees

In feverish prayer

Again like the night before and the night before that

Desperate for God to resolve

That which is seemingly dissolving

Before her very eyes

As if in quick sand in a barren desert with no reprieve in sight

That desperate frail thing kicking up sand

Putting up a fight

Is her marriage

Shes oblivious to the secret of quicksand,

the more you struggle with it the deeper you sink into its abyss

Her husband her mate her former best friend

Tired of seeking her attention stares in deep thoughts swirling about him like the confusion that has become  his matrimonial union

Shes always on those damn knees he wonders

What could be so terrifying that she could be praying for he wonders

Or maybe against?

A voice whispers to her

“Go to him”

Yet she remains knees steadfast to the rugged floor

Praying for something that stands before her

Ignoring the voice that’s giving her the choice to create her own fate

To exercise that which God has given us all freewill

‘’Go to him’’

The voice repeats its gentle advice

She doesnt heed,  for in her mind it can’t be that simple

Its only a matter of time before she’ll resign

Convinced that God has forgotten her…

5 thoughts on “Deaf Prayers” by ivie9ja (@Ivie9ja)

  1. Nnedu. Gideon (@gmoney)

    Sometimes we demand for what has been sent us already. And when we fail to recognize its presence, we stay longer in prayer feeling that God has just refused to heed our request.

  2. This is beautiful.
    Sometime we crave what is right in front of us, praying for something we already have, and because we don’t see it, we believe God has forsaken us.
    Good job Ivie…

  3. Beautiful has roy journals said… I spotted a few typos…but they were only minor ones.
    Good job.

  4. ivie9ja (@Ivie9ja)

    Thanks for the comments Everyone. @praize I now see a few myself I’m hoping it’s the same ones that I see or else that means that I made too many lol

  5. Hullo Ivie, nice poem. Makes sense. Many times we keep knocking so fervently that we don’t even notice when the door has been opened. Your poems are narrative and inviting. Yup, there are a few errors here and there – but ehen, @praize mentioned it first. Somehow I know you will take care of them.
    Here’s throwing a big salute your way. Well done!

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