Kentuckygirl68's blog: "My Poetry"

The Prayer

Bombs falling from the air,

Bits and pieces every where.

In my foxhole cold and blue,

Searching for some truth of you.

I look around, I do not see,

Evidence of Divinity.

If you are real why can't you hear,

The screams, the cries, the children’s fear.

Still we pray to you each night,

That you will let us see daylight.

That you will keep us warm and sane,

That you will take away our pain.

We sleep here in the dirt and sand,

We pray to you again and again.

Still the bullets pass our ears,

Can't let the children see our tears.

Still yet, we kneel to you and pray,

We thank you for another day.

We laugh and try to hide our fear,

We pray to you God.

Are you here?

It's not that I don't believe, Oh Lord,

It's just that you’re hard to see, when man's waging war.

But when I see children smile and play,

I get down on my knees to pray.

The book says you will come at night and take the faithful to the light.

To rid our hearts of pain and tears.

To set us free from all our fears.

The bad thing is the world I see.

It hides the truth of you from me.

But in my heart I feel you near.

I’m still praying Lord.

Do you hear?

Poem by Tammy C.