Prayer seems reduced
to nothing more
than endless demands
from sight gone dim
As if God were a toy,
a fairy godmother
borne to carry out
each childish whim
“Help my aunt get well,” we pray.
“Help me find my cat,” we say.
“Bless the bishop; bless the priests,
Save the people, save the beasts.”
The list goes on
as if God were a pawn
with purpose reduced
to saving aunts and cats
Our prayers should be, instead,
Petitioning on behalf of others
We talk,
not ever listening
to what we ourselves have said,
never mind what God might say
Anon
Kyrie Eleison.