A prayer, stuck in my soul

A prayer, stuck in my soul

ached to be released

and did not find heaven, but got lost

lingering in a faithless lull.

A prayer, stuck in my soul

slipped on the way to truth

lodged in a rocky crag

there where my darkest shadows hide.

A prayer, stuck in my soul

at the dusk and dawn of my doubt

confused at the strange light around

lifting me out of the dark.

The prayer stuck in my soul

got answered before it was breathed

it could not travel above

so heaven came down to me.

Author's Note

Photo by night-sky photographer Mike Taylor

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my...well expressed my friend ... taking this one to heart with me .. its those stuck prayers that cause so much angst in a person of Faith ... seems there is no "figuring it out" ..no amount of begging nor any self appointed "ways" to get right ... it simply takes heaven coming down ... and i resting in assurance we are loved ... seems real Faith abides in that place ... so glad you shared this poem sir! thank you
E.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Am glad this one hit the spot....:) Now the sequel will have to be what happens when our prayers do indeed pierce heaven....scary but also a blessed thing to be living on the right side of faith :)

[Einstein Noodle]

scary indeed ... this poem was in my thoughts walking the dog yesterday ... i was blessed sir!

[Einstein Noodle]

ps. yes.... the "breakthrough" ... its the other half of the coin eh!? peace and joy brother!