Prayers and Anxieties: Who Answers

Prayers and Anxieties: Who Answers
Waymon Hinson
May 12, 2020

When do I pray

I hear you say

Have I given my cares to God today

Upon His shoulders will they weigh.

We make it simple when we say

“Give it up to God”

Until our times have ended

When we lay beneath the sod.

Some of us pray

At all manner of times throughout the day

As we pray without ceasing along the way

We supposedly pray we say.

“Cast” you tell me in a word

And I would if I knew how

They keep flying back like a bird

Not really sure if I could that thing vow.

She the farmer’s wife stood in the door

Stepping into Auntie’s house

A woman and her spouse both with unchecked stress

And he who limps across the floor.

Did they not pray

And look for a brighter day

And long into the night she stood

Waiting for cops to come in all likelihood.

Maybe my whole load of fears

Are lumped into those prayers

By the sweet, sweet Spirit

When I cannot find the words to speak my cares.

But, don’t patronize me with words

And thus deny my humanity

And I’ll walk beside you if you’ll listen

And we’ll build a faith though at times with profanity.

I don’t do well with platitudes

Things easy to say and do

They challenge my internal attitudes

Though they may just work for you.

I’ll lean for sure into some of that

My worries may just form my prayers

I won’t always have the words

When God and I stop and chat.