I love reading about faith, philosophy and religious uncertainty. This really hit the spot.
i wish i could wipe away all the tears
wherever they may come from
life is so often unjust
or do i not understand?
is some god only playing with us?
or are we so deficient in learning?
my prayers, so rare,
are always answered
but not in the way i expect
and not in the way i would want
my prayers are far too powerful
in the hands of a mortal like me
an unwitting player of chess
I can’t see ahead far enough
whatever is given to me
has been taken away from another
it’s worse when it’s someone i love
why must fate be so cruel?
the lessons so seldom are plain
i may never pray again
not until I’m on my death bed
with submissive thanks
what’s the purpose of prayer
when i can’t recognise the answer