Prayer for Faith
Though I have lost my faith,
I still want to write about how
the sun rises over fields of corn
day after day, faithful, as it sets
in the west.
That reddish orange
glow leaving a seam of light
on the horizon-
I pray that faith will find me
in its own sober way.
Call me back to understanding
what I do not understand
about myself.
That I am not lost.
Let my poem, like the sun’s shadow,
be a prayer, holy in everything.
Mary Howlett lives in Waterford. Her poems are published in Southword, The Honest Ulsterman, Waxed Lemon, Drawn to the Light Press, Poem Alone, Steel Jackdaw, Swerve Magazine, Poetry Bus 12, The Get Real, Frogmore Papers and elsewhere. She is Highly Commended in Cathal Buí and 12th Bangor Poetry competitions.
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