By Jonathan Foster
Indifference
Like a lone cricket in the corner of my soul
Responds to my prayers and petitions
I’ve been instructed to open doors by knocking
To receive by asking and one time I found by seeking
That was a glorious day
The cheers now long echoed away
Boldly persistent I resume
Morning, evening and noon I try
God knows I try
Or… maybe He doesn’t
Which is why
Silence, like the sky above me insulates everything
Seasons pass
And prayers prayed
Both slow and fast
In passion and in routine
Pile up… somewhere they pile up
I can only imagine angels
Awkwardly glancing at the pile
Waiting for the word
To open doors and usher in the new
In my fathers house there are many rooms
And one of them is chock full of my unanswered prayers
Jonathan is a songwriter/poet/pastor from Phoenix, AZ. He is married and has three children, and he blogs at www.theproblemwithreligion.com .