When Your Professor’s Daughter Ends Up In The Hospital Again,

you pray to God.

You never pray to God.

You’ve never prayed to God in your life.

When you did, there was never anything there,

always a silent void

receiving other’s desperate calls for help,

tear stained faces,

and wringing wrinkled hands.

Never anyone to answer back.

Only darkness and silence.

But this time, you can feel a presence.

Something that will listen to you.

Something that will answer your call.

Your whole adult life,

you’ve always believed in The Universe.

The Earth is your God

and Sun your Jesus

and Moon your Holy Spirit.

Humans are the Judas’

picking flowers,

killing spiders,

putting pesticides in grass,

it’s no wonder our kids

will never see our Earth

as we’ll destroy it

before they get the chance

to see its beauty.

Its power.

Your God is in the small white butterflies

that fly past your head.

Your God is in the purple wildflowers

sprouting near gravestones.

Your God is in the tiny spiders scuttling

in dorm lounges.

Your God is in the stars that twinkle

in the darkness of the night sky.

Your God has always been this beautiful world we call home.

So when you pray to God,

real God,

bread is body, blood is wine God,

your new found presence humming in your room,

in your mind,

in your soul,

you know you’re doing it

because you’re scared.

Sitting in your bed at 11pm

wanting to help your professor

but not being able to to so,

You’re scared for her and her daughter,

the fear tickling at your back

sending prickles down your spine

like porcupines in May as you

run through every single horrible outcome

in your head.

Your fear trying to drown you

in your own tears.

You pray to God,

real God,

because you’re scared.

You pray to real God

because you need hope.

You pray to real God

because you need to know

that everything will be okay again.

So when you feel the presence,

this God,

in your room,

in your mind,

in your soul,

you say:

“Dear God, please let everything be okay.”

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Halle

Halle

I’m a young aspiring writer trying to figure out life. (She/her) Website: https://sites.google.com/view/halle-preneta/home