Unanswered Prayers

       Unanswered Prayers

“Of all the mysteries, of a mystery why does it seem Prayers 

  go unanswered”

          Why does it seem as though heaven has no replies?

          To the sighs and tears, we cry: prayers unheard of

          the righteous? It can cause a weary heart to go astray

          cold and motionlessness at bay.

          Meanwhile evil continues to prevail.

          No reply, no reply. Though life may appear as a costly

          Hell, that one goes through. 

          Hell to get to heaven.

          Life has bestowed a costly gift, whose foundation is

          built on pure hell, something you must go through.

          Where the warfare rages in your dreams while you

          are awake. This battle is on every side: 

          Hope deferred makes one question God!

          Though it looks like the results of one action, 

          Or karma factual.

          But in times of testing, it's just the results of existing.

          Once the healing began to cover those scars.

          Those expectations readily ring true; now emptiness

          and forsaken has crept into full view filling all

          spaces with the color blue.

          Hostile, defenseless, bitter cold mechanism point

          of view. What you refuse to believe because the

          pain has become so relenting from what was once 

          a vibrant relationship, has fallen desperately, into 

          abandonment, and isolation, with only harassing demons for

          consolation: their point of view. Who knew?

          That those prayers would become no more than 

          monologue, for a fresh response to a daily confession,

          request. To a sworn covenant at best.

          Divine blinding promises, that only you can dispense.

          So you take a quote from the world.

          Hope has died many times, more than all the wars

          combined, and still to this very moment continues.

          So far relief hope in you has retreated.

          Now we're crouched at the idols of a genie ATM

          granting our every whim.

          But a loving father, who cares enough when 

          He hears the cries of His children,

          They say there's a forever thing.

          Trying to hold on: 

          When the heart is breaking into a million pieces.

          And then your prayers are answered.