These Sad Hearts

Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom (20090503).

Okay, my friend, God.

You know how appreciative I am for this
marvelous world You've cooked up.
You know I care for my fellow man and woman,
no matter how much, through sins of commission
and omission, they often seem inclined to
screw things up.
You know I know how blessed I truly am,
no matter how much I whine sometimes because
things aren't working out quite the way it seems
obvious enough to me they should. . . .

My friend, God, I
try not to cross You, but I
do hope we're both open to suggestions and
fresh ideas. . . .

There are those down here
-- and between You and me, I don't
think we need mention any names, but --
there are those down here who could
really use a little bit of help.

You know what I'm talking about.

And when I say they could use a
little bit of help, I pretty much mean in a
timely fashion; right now, to be precise.

Well.

I know I have ulterior motives.
I can't help that; maybe that's something that's
built in, and I guess You have the original specs
lying around in some filing cabinet somewhere.
I just mean I know there's a little bit of
selfishness at work here, and I'm sorry for that,
but this is my prayer anyway, and I
hope You'll forgive me that. Anyway,
I know about those who prayed for me selflessly
when I needed that, and I've thanked them before,
and I thank them again, and I will always be grateful.
But now I'm making this prayer knowing it's a
little bit selfish, but I'm making it anyway.

These people I'm speaking of, they need Your help,
and they need it soon, and I'm asking You this favor,
and You must admit, I don't ask so many of these
favors from You.

But I do ask You humbly for Your intervention.
And I do recognize and accept that our agendas
are not always the same or in synch. I
understand and accept this. So, as ever. . . .

Thy will, not mine, be done.