Prayer I wouldn’t dare be so demanding To anyone else but God. To no one else would I repeatedly cry Give me justice and mercy and peace. To no one else would I regularly demand Guide me, help me, hear me, please. I wouldn’t dare be so demanding. I wouldn’t say such things in so many words. But God knows that embedded within The words that appear so demanding Lies a soft and malleable core Of earnest, honest questions: Are you still with us God? Are you with me? We’re still partners in this world, right? You’d let me know if my stubborn ways were constricting our work together… You’d let me know that, wouldn’t you? You haven’t given up on me… You haven’t given up on us, Even though we’ve left so much undone… You’re here, working through us, Aren’t you, God? Aren’t you? These questions are my ongoing prayer. Though, I have a simple, humble hunch That God’s answer to these is a resounding “yes!”— A comforting, motivating, and powerful “yes.” With such a hunch, I can’t hold onto my questions, can I? So, I wrap them in a shell of demands. Oh, but God knows; yes, God knows, The fragile core within each demand.