Conversations with God

When I can’t pray, I hope –

There’s someone out there with warm memories of me,

Thinking good thoughts, speaking good things

Dreaming sweet dreams about me.



When I can’t pray, I hope –

There’s someone out there falling in love with the same moon

And in her phases she grows and becomes full

In her brokeness, in the darkness, with a void; that familiar emptiness

She still shines over me



When I can’t pray, I write letters –

Conversations with myself, my mind a maze of mirrors

Reflections, contortions, questions

Can you fix a broken mirror or protect a broken heart?

What is real, what is surreal?

Who I am, where did I go?

How did get here, which way do I go?

Who can I be, how can I be free?



When I can’t pray, I hope –

There’s  some out there talking to God about me

Because heaven knows I need to keep breathing

Keep dreaming, keep going through thick and thin

When I can’t pray I know

He still hears me

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