[Originally posted on https://rb.gy/ck4kpo]
I picked the pen one morning wanting to write to God,
But as I did, the TV blared aloud.
The valiant hero was leaving his lady love
The scene intensified. God could wait, my mind said.
The soul was willing, the flesh was weak.
Again I picked the pen to write a letter to God
This time work beckoned.
A stack of papers and my thoughts threatened
to stir a great controversy in my head.
The work must be done.
And so work won.
Come afternoon, with fifteen minutes to spare
The ink barely spilt on the paper but my tummy didn’t care;
Kate its lunch and its mighty late. This time too God had to wait.
At dusk, family, friends and music took my time
A nagging thought at the back of my mind
I had ably neglected the One Person
who gave me all the happiness and love
No questions asked, no conditions laid
And this is the miserable price I had paid.
Two months later
the letter lay unwritten, my message unconveyed.
And then one day, everything spiralled out of control
Hope left, trust followed, but
Before Faith could leave I prayed:
Dear God, why is this happening? Why am I dismayed?
In the silence of the night whispered a voice,
The glory road is painful, the glory road is vain
Search for inner peace than wealth or money or fame.
The Lord listens, day or night
Ask and ye shall receive, seek and ye shall find
And when you forget, He sets out to remind…
He knocked me down to my knees
To hear and help me with my pleas.
This night as the moon shines bright
and the stars look down,
The shortest letter I write
I took long to surrender
A sinful wayward heart
And this is why I write tonight,
Not to pray or petition,
not to ask or plead
But to say, Dear God, Thank you for watching over me.
- Katherine Abraham
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