Prayers Like Incense They rise from bedsides, churches, sinking ships, prayers like smoke, in columns intertwined, rising from human hearts and human lips into the cosmos, where some distant mind perhaps is listening to our desperate pleas. How many million voices every day cry out for help? And I’m just one of these. So on behalf of all of us, I pray, let one be answered. Let one miracle occur. It doesn’t have to be for me. Let me believe that one cup will be full of answered prayer today, one person be relieved and grateful. Let there be tonight one voice that rose like incense in God’s sight.
Gail White is a formalist poet, contributing editor to Light Poetry Magazine, cat lover, long-time resident of South Louisiana. Laissez les bon temps rouler!
