Give me, God, but a prayer

I want to pray, tonight
I want to beg God for words
Some mouthful, sayable phrases
To soothe your throbbing temples
To solace your tempested heart.

I want to say, tonight
"Fret not, my bosom friend,
God is not unjust...
He will walk beside you on rocks
And carry you over mires."

I will beg God too,
To lend me courage, but enough
That when I say this all
To look you in the eye.

I will beg God, lastly
For it all to mean
At least a little to you.

Marsh 14th, 2009.

God, bless my dear friend.