Where Do My Prayers Go

My prayers,

you are stuck on the ceiling board.

I look up, intently at the white rectangles

eyeing the invisible patterns of my earnest supplications;

that never quite made it past my rooftop.

My prayers,

why are you not getting past the ceiling board?

Is it because in the midst of saying it

I was thinking what sauce I must make for the day

would meatballs or fried chicken

appeal more to my hungry fold?

My prayers,

why do you fail to soar

could it be that the landlords brick and mortar

are far too hard and impenetrable?

I must have a word with him

‘cos he needs to use heaven proof material.

My prayers,

once you leave the space in my heart

do you roam the void trying to fill the vacuum

or do you travel faster than the light of speed

heaven bound where Angels receive you

then file you away in ‘to do files’?

My prayers,

I have no idea where you go

no do I truly know where heaven is,

but what I know is that at some point in time

each word of prayer I ever offered

will be waiting there to meet with me.


Originally written by Jacqueline.