Warrior Poet Circle (Vol. 10): Prayer
A conspiracy, vast and expansive
Reaches out to intellect to void
The need to lift my voice and
Tempts me to believe that this
Fiery exchange is not worth
The time I spend because
No one is on the other end
Cultural barriers rear up like fists
Thrusting into my consciousness
But there’s more so I press on
Past the objections with renewed
Vigor, a heart of passion lit with
Words so bold I can’t believe I would
Utter them, but there it isâ€“honesty
Brokenness at its most beautiful
Spirit of life conforming the beats
Of my heart and breathing a cry.
I pray, not as a duty, an obligation
To religion’s cold silence, I pray
To a loveful Father, a faithful God
The Shaper of destinies, the author
Of Universesâ€“and I come free
Welcome to the 10th edition of the Warrior Poet Circle. Time to pull up a seat, gather around the fire, and pour out our verses.
For this poem, I thought about how the world really is set up to constantly tell us how ridiculous prayer is, but if we get past those barriers, we find a treasure and life like we could never comprehend.
Also, if you have time please go check out the post I wrote for Make a Difference to One, the last in Ginny’s God is… series. It’s called, God is…Father. This is a topic close to my heart!
If you have a contribution today, add it below. Canâ€™t wait to read what youâ€™ve written.
For next time (Monday, May 23), weâ€™ll write our ownÂ prayer in the form of a poem.
Think of the Psalms and write your heart–praise, a plea, a cry… It’s up to you and how you want to write it.
What is the last prayer you saw God answer?