I can see the children of the streets, hungry, forsaken,
bereft of a comforting hand, and a nourishing meal.
My eyes play over the bums and winos, unnoticed by most,
dropped from life by their own will or another, or just bad luck.
I watch the television and see the girl, beaten, raped,
left for dead in the abandoned store a block from her home.
I gaze at groups of children, just babies, crowding a park with guns.
Not yet old enough to respect life, just old enough to take it.
My optic nerves burn with images of pain, hate, fear, and distrust.
The textbooks call it civilization, but soon they'll call it the past,
and nothing will be changed by that, or by those who wrote it down.
So many are hungry, neglected, forgotten, abused, broken,
tortured, and stripped of their humanity every single day...
So as you hear my prayers, Lord, think little of them.
Yes, I want the girl, and the job, and of course, that dream home.
And if it's not to much trouble, I could use some assistance
getting back to what works, and becoming who you need me to be.
But if, in the middle of my needs, I can see all this world has become,
then I am most certain that you can as well, and that it pains you.
So send angels to the children, the bums, and the winos.
Hold fast to that girl in the store, and stay the park with your hand,
and until that peace has come, Lord, spend little time for me
Author notes
Just understand that this is how I took the prompt. God has a lot of important things to do, and I am completely understanding if he needs to put my petty needs of for a while.
So God, You just do your thing, boy. I got this till you get here.
A contest entry
- please spare little time... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended December 6, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I'd like to clean this up and expand. Any ideas?
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So did I not comment on this before or did you remove it because I remember reading it I love this D.... You knew that I would but in the same respect I can almost hear you reading this out loud to me!! What are you going to revise here? There is no need!!
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God >>>amazing write here.. love each word of the pleading and asking god ...
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if only people would remember what you are saying here. God will return, and re-establish his reign over the world. until then, we must endure all the sufferings Christ predicted would come to pass before his return. Its not all about what God does for us in the now,but what he will do for us when He returns. Until then, there will be pain, suffering, poverty, sickness, war, and death. Such is the legacy of rebellion.
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I think the only reasonable prayer any more is to just ask for the strength to fix ourselves. I believe it's the only thing left to do now.
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Humm..indeed a peculiar take on the prompt yet quite important and very relevant as well..thanks for sharing such a wonderful take..
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You know, I read the rest of the poems in your contest and aside from those who think as I do, I think everyone else took the whole thing wrong. Either that or you forgot an "a" in the contest title. Amazing what an "a" can do.
HG
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