Poetry In the Storm: My Prayer

I read this poem to my Father on his death bed. He always loved hearing my poetry and I loved being his daughter. This is a poem for anyone who has lost someone very dear to their heart. 

My Prayer

Y’all don’t understand, 

I’m gonna pray till the mercy falls down from heaven 

Like misty, silky rain

I looked the angel of death in its eye

Still, I call on the Lord o my soul

I see Your glory even now

Hear me in the depth 

And the solitude of my despair

Let the words from my humble, cracked, tear covered lips 

Touch your ear

Pull me in once again

Bring me near! 

Hold me close

You created the moon

You gave formation to stars

You are higher than mountains, 

Your son walked on water

Your holiness bestows love on the loveless

You see the heart of man and you touch it still

You anoint those who seek you diligently

I kneel before the throne

I beseech you for mercy 

And blessings beyond understanding

Let a miracle be done 

So I can carry the good news to all those I meet

Y’all don’t understand, 

I’m gonna pray till the mercy falls down from heaven 

Like misty, silky rain

Love always, Esha