The Prayer, By James Wadman


Who knows if a prayer that never
reaches heaven will fall?
But if it should land again on this earth,
may my words be a seed
to a farm with no flower
or the rain to a village
that dreams not to thirst?
May my prayers be heard
by the child who believes
but just needs more power
or the man and woman
who put their love first.
If heaven can’t hear my words,
then may my words fall
may they scatter like the sunshine
so that my prayer is not for me—
my prayer is for all

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