Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jun 2020
I think that I have forgotten
How to pray
Until faced with dreadful fear,
When all the sacred words,
Learned when I was young,
Come sudden flooding back
To my tongue.
Unlike the devout,
Prayer is not something
I do without certain doubt
That catastrophe cannot be prevented
Without divine help
On bended knee entreated.
Written by
Colin Mulligan  UK
(UK)   
206
   Fawn and ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems