Member Poem

When long days drag on me
  And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
  And He slips it into my jar.

Prithee – give it wings to fly up
  Beyond to the sapphire throne –
Leaving me amidst where I am
  Yet I do not feel alone.

Someday when time is cut sharp –
  I'll retrieve it from Whom I belong
And finding a full jar of prayers –
  Know that I was never alone.