My Silent Prayer

A PLEA FOR AN ANGEL

 

Overwhelming thoughts fill my mind
as I lay down,

Hoping to fall into a deep
peaceful slumber,

Even the gentle winds of this silent
night,

Helps not to reduce my plight,

And I can’t help but
remember…

 

There’s an angel suffering
and twitching in pain,

For a mark, a twinge she does
not deserve,

I know not why, no reasons lain,

This predicament a puzzling
curve,

 

For if the answer was as
straight as the way a crow flies,

My dim-witted brain might comprehend,

But try as I may I cannot fathom,

It’s like counting the
ocean’s sand.

 

And so I prayed,

Though I have seldom truly prayed,

That I might be heard though vaguely,

Through the countless voices
screaming out,

For their wishes so aplenty,

And from within this overbearing
clatter,

My earnest desire would be
heard,

Fainter, but
clearer.

 

For I’m concern for this
angel, whose presence so bright,

Illuminated my life which was
once dark and shadowed,

It hurts me severely.

Why? Such an ailment,
can’t I have it instead?

This pain she has to bear, I
willingly want a share,

And so I pray for her, may her tribulation
be light,

May she soon recover, and may
she know that I truly care.