If asked to speak I don’t know what to say. Words appear and then refuse to be. Mumbling nonsense I can’t clearly see How dots from here to there could find their way. Even so those dots begin to play And laugh as they enjoy confounding me And jeer when I pretend some honesty, But nonetheless I’ll risk these words and pray: Make a difference. Show us something new. Judge us with Your mercy. May we ask For wisdom so we'll see the pointing sign? Lead us so that we may more align With what You know is now our better task And not what we might like to see come true.
Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting today. The theme is to write a poem with fourteen lines. There’s no other constraint. I used a Petrarchan sonnet here, but no form is required. Come and join us with a poem of your own.
I heard earlier this week that the first Thursday in May is the National Day of Prayer in the United States. This has been happening on some day in the US since 1952. With our health and our economy at risk, I’m offering this sonnet as a prayer. Hopefully I am not offending the God who makes a difference with what I’ve said.