Prayer’s Form

A quiet whispering from a heart,
so tattered and shorn;
from an aging soul,
no matter how weathered or worn.

An offering of gratitude,
flies up through the air,
for the gifts He gives,
telling Him you really do care.

There is no need to be fancy,
or flower it up;
say words that you feel,
it’s honesty which fills His cup.

A prayer can be simple and plain,
words straight from the heart
fly like an arrow;
all you have to do is just start.

Start talking to Him as you go,
at the start of day,
or at twilights end,
anytime’s fine, all are okay.

For time, it matters not to Him,
nor how words are said;
for intent is felt,
He can translate what’s in your head.

He knows your heart with ev’ry beat,
loves you as you are;
he’s your biggest fan,
loving you more than them by far.

So don’t you forget about Him,
pray to Him each day;
offer Him your heart,
know everything will be okay.

 © Leslie C Dobson

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.