Gifts

It seems so empty, hollow in the face of it all.

The only thing to do is pray, the obstacles are too great,

the road of help too far away, and all we can do is pray.

Lifting up desperate holy words to the listening

ear of God. Prayers for safety, for well being, for life.

It seems so little, yet it is all we are able

because of the divide between.

Praying for some answer in which we may find comfort.

God lives in the uncomfortable places those,

the ones in which we have to surrender all our clever

self-made answers and all we are left with is to pray.

So we lift our hands, our voices, our song

to God who is the only answer to our longing

questions of empty self. Realizing we are small

And the only truly great thing is to pray.