I am spiritual yet not religious. I am certainly not good about praying formally, and yet, in retrospect, I realise that I pray in my own way and in a way similar to how I practice and live my spirituality. This poem itself is a prayer.
I pray to say thank you and when I am glad
I pray when I’m angry; I pray when I’m sad
I pray for forgiveness and when I feel lost
I pray when I’m lonely and when I’ve been crossed
I pray for my family and those on the street
I pray for my friends and those who have nothing to eat
I pray for my neighbours, and those who lead us all
I pray for those who are addicted to drugs or alcohol
I pray for our world and a greener earth
I pray for those who are dying or giving birth
I pray for strength for those whose life is a chore
I pray for peace in our hearts and the end to war
I pray both in public and when I go to church
I pray when alone in my room or when in a lurch
I pray through all seasons be they dry or wet
I pray all the time and yet sometimes forget
I pray with my voice as I speak aloud or sing
I pray with my words as I write about everything
I pray with head bowed in godly reverence
I pray with feet still and in respectful silence
I pray with confidence that he is there
I pray with love knowing that he does care
I pray with the faith that I will be heard
I pray with humility that I will hear his word
I pray that I use wisely my power of choice
I pray for guidance in using my voice
I pray that I will always be the best that I can
I pray amen in accepting God’s plan.