Hope lies between the lines
of dreams and of unanswered prayer
as we, mere mortals, search to find
peace from pain we've buried there.
Believe in the power if you choose
that parts the seas and turns the tides
Could such entreaty be refused;
a whispered word of urgency
from the place where love resides?
When all else fails we’re left to conjure
hope beyond all hope to cure
the ills from which there’s no returning;
I watched you fade into thin air...
you wonder why faith disappears?
How many prayers have you seen answered?
How many hearts are left to bear
the pain of loss despite “believing”
that there’s a God that truly cares
while undeserving loved ones leave us
lost in our unanswered prayer.
* * * * *
“No” has always been the answer,
reprieve short lived; the end’s the same.
We look to pin the fault on someone,
but really there’s no one to blame.
Miracles are not forthcoming
we bear our loss as best we can
our questions gather dust, unanswered
derived from pitting God to man.
© Ginny Brannan 2024
Image: Photographer C. Parant, Appetite for Photos. Used with espressed written permission.
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