I slide carefully crafted prayers
under heaven's door -
reasonable requests plainly scrawled
on flat, white sheets of paper.
These, God takes and turns,
fold by fold,
into something new,
sending them back in the strangest of guises -
a flitting bird, a bouncing frog -
fullness of life
where I only thought
to ask for provision.
This post is linked with Five Minute Friday on the prompt, "Present."
and with Dverse poets pub. Click over to read more poems.