Sometimes I feel like I can run out of prayers.
But I don't.
They're here, in me, always.
I used to think only about spontaneous prayer,
Supposedly the mark of a mature Christian.
I'm not sure, though, that I preferred it.
I like writing prayers to you, God.
Oddly enough, these broken but penned
Prayers seem less pre-packaged.
They stay here. But they're also shared.
They seem to have greater longevity.
It's as if they're saying: Prayer is here to stay.
Momentarily stuck on a screen, then a swipe.
But still there.
Ready to be read and prayed again.
Rekindling, perhaps, the thoughts and feelings
From before. The first encounter with it,
After which, I was never the same.
You give me words,
I give them back. Prayer,
Words lighting up my depths,
Not running out,
And speeding heavenward.