Trust
Every day I endeavor to pray,
raising my heart and my voice,
beckoning God to come, lift me
out of myself, turn my eyes
toward the horizon of a cerulean sky.
What am I called to do with my life?
I wait for answers—glimmers of God
speaking to me through the wisdom
of my mentors, poetry, lucky coincidences
that often catch me by surprise.
And when I pay attention,
pay close attention, I am called
to abandon myself, to lie down
in sweet grass, to be held
by this tender earth and believe
everything is possible.
Anderson O’Brien lives in Winston-Salem, NC with her devoted husband and two terribly spoiled cats. She has published in Iodine Poetry Journal, The Kentucky Review, Blue Fifth Review, Red River Review and Heavy Bear.
Amethyst Review 
Anderson, this is beautiful, and I can relate to so much of your words.
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The honesty and beauty in this poem are so touching. I feel similarly about my experience of prayer. Thank you!
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