General Fiction posted May 26, 2019

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Sometimes it isn't about asking for things.

I talked. God Listened.

by A. Willow Bends

I had a word with God today.
I had some things I had to say,
but rather than address my needs,
I negated, turned from greed.

I had a talk with God today,
thanked Him for my health,
thanked Him I get up each day,
work through my hours with stealth.

I had a conversation with God this very day,
thanked Him for those within my life,
praised Him for the chance to be
a Mother, Grammy, Sister, Wife.

I discussed with God today
how I am thankful for my works,
the joy I get from little ones,
just one of my job perks.

I hung out verbally with God today,
thanked Him for my home,
the shelter where I'm safe and warm
as I sit and pen this poem.

I spoke words of gratitude
with my loving God today.
I had much to thank Him for,
such as answered prayers along the way.

Yes, today I talked at length with God,
taking time for all He's done.
This time I asked for nothing.
Clouds parted, then a warming sun; His answer!

:God" poem writing prompt entry
Writing Prompt
Write a poem about our God. Fact or fantasy. 7 stanzas and must rhyme. Method of rhyme up to writer.

Thank you VMarguarite for the wonderful visual. It so happens my deceased father spent his entire career working for the phone company, so I had to make my conversations to God in the phone booth in your art. LOVE IT! Also, the background is yellow, thus the sunshine at the end. I wrote this as it seems I have a tendency to ASK a bit of God and oftentimes overlook thanking Him for all I have received in my life.
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