I often wonder about God
and send prayers up to heaven
But most the time
nothing returns.
Just empty echoes
of old lost songs.
Then sometimes I feel a presence
on my shoulder.
Someone smiling
down upon me.
It makes me feel guilty
because my thoughts
are not exactly
pure driven snow.
The presence comes
and then it goes.
I want it to come
and stay with me
but it never does.
Somehow I know it is him
or perhaps an angel
if there are such things.
At least it is nice to think
That sometimes
I am noticed.
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