Can I carry a prayer to You?
I asked the Lord, standing a little away.
I know it, He said.
Can I remind You it's urgent
You looked after long ago?
I plan my operation, He replied.
Can I rephrase it to suit Your taste?
I haven't any taste for words.
He grew more emphatic.
I was frantic
And grabbed Him, as He was passing by,
Only to know
I have a whiff of air
My shaking fingers have gripped!
I heard a chuckle, as it were -
I have you in my grip
So your prayers too.
~ B.K. Mistra ~
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