wartime prayers

prayers offered in times of peace are silent conversations

appeals for love or loves release

in private invocations. but all that is changed now

gone like a memory from the day before the fires. people hungry for the voice of god

hear lunatics and liars

wartime prayers

wartime prayers

in every language spoken

for every family scattered and broken. because you cannot walk with the holy

if you're just a halfway decent man. but i don't pretend that i'm a mastermind

with a genious marketing plan. i'm trying to tap into some wisdom

even a little drop would do. i want to rid my heart of envy

and cleanse my soul of rage

before i feel. times are hard

hard times

but everybody knows all about hard times. the thing is

what are you gonna do?

will you cry?

and try to muscle through?

and try to rearrange your stuff?

but when the wounds are deep enough

and it's all that we can bear

we wrap ourselves in prayer. because you cannot walk with the holy

if you're just a halfway decent man. but i don't pretend that i'm a mastermind

with a genious marketing plan. i'm trying to tap into some wisdom

even a little drop would do. i want to rid my heart of envy

and cleanse my soul of rage

before i'm through. a mother murmurs in twilight sleep

and draws her babies closer. with hush-a-bies for sleepy eyes

and kisses on the shoulder. to drive away despair

she sends a wartime prayer.