Servants' Prayer

Servants’ Prayer

I’m told that silence is the best weapon at times,

I’m told just to sit and wait and remain kind.

But within me deep down where my soul dwells,

I want to yell or call out or simple notions dispel.

Even though I don’t conjure any type of ill will,

At times my lips, on their own, can’t be still.

My voice wants to yell as loud as it can,

Yet, I know that I can’t do it, it’s not the plan.

This life, this experience, sometimes goes astray,

Instead of walking the accepted paths that are watched each day.

Say what you will about another’s struggles and afflictions.

But you know nothing, shared-nothing to remedy their conditions.

Share each other's burdens we are reminded by some,

But little help is forthcoming things remain cumbersome.

But let me say what I will it's at times overwhelming,

Causing me to want to walk away instead of remaining.

It’s not for me to forfeit this task chosen for me,

So I restrain myself, and carry on, pleading silently.

May there be some finish line up ahead I pray,

And render to me a priceless calm before my last day.