I started talking to God
Because I miss you so much.
May you lend him your ear,
and listen for my prayers---my conversations to you
I talk into the silent air,
in hopes of a reciprocated
whisper
For as long as I've known, I've never believed in anything
But I believe in you
I believe you're out there
Somewhere
Anywhere
Watching me
Loving me
Please hug me
the next time you visit my dreams
I don't pray to God,
I just talk to him
But I pray to you.
I miss you.
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Author:
Z (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: my grief has transform into my own non traditional religion. i now my prayer to someone no longer here and i know wherever they are, they can hear me. even though it's a one-way only phone call, I dial them often.
- Category: Spiritual
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Comments2
A very personal poem of belief and love. Nicely done.
I respect faith, I also really felt this poem. Thank you!
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