Waiting on God

You sleep with Rosary beads clasped in your hand,

As if hoping that your life will be perfect when you wake up

And you refuse to eat a meal until grace has been spoken.

Sunday mornings are spent sat in silence on the front row of the pews,

Waiting for the priest to point at you and say

“You are the chosen one.”

You told me once that your dad survived a car crash that he should have died from,

Thus resulting in the reason you believe in God.

You are his faithful servant, his obedient sheep.

Yet I can see the disappointment in your eyes-

I know that you are waiting on God to save you from yourself.

But I can imagine that he is a very busy man,

So I will do all that it takes to help you do it yourself

And my magic skills only go as far as card tricks,

But if I could walk on water, for you, my darling, I would.

Reviews

[Stevo The POE-t]

I honestly believe that the one person God can't save us from is ourselves... I really enjoyed reading this and I absolutely can't wait for the next installment... Great job girl

[Laura Harrison]

Exactly what I think. Thanks for your review Stevo