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An Attitude Of Prayer
by louis gander The sun was hot. There was no breeze. It seemed that nature died - except annoying croaking frogs that tore me up inside. And then those pesky chirping birds kept on and wouldn't quit! The peace and quiet fell away. I thought I'd have a fit. Emotions begged for me to scream but logic's chains were fixed. It seemed that I was torn in two as all the truths were mixed. A duck was splashing water and the crickets pierced my ears. I even heard a car horn then that brought me close to tears. Enjoy the outdoors? I could not. The banks were on my heels! And though I was not guilty, they had voided my appeals. My mind was racing to and fro. I willed to run away - where I could start a brand new life where peaceful was the day. Then wings of sev'ral hummingbirds had winnowed that still air which moved me ever closer to an attitude of prayer. They seemed to not be bothered by the things that bothered me. I once was blinded by this earth... but now, at last, I'm free! Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |