Prayer works. Just not in the
way expected. A real
Father-knows-best scenario,

the trust has to be there.
Kneeling in the dark, night
after night,  voicing my

concerns, my doubt, my creeping
suspicions. I open myself
up to God and it is

up to God what happens.
I question every decision
until I’m proven wrong.

This becomes our normal,
a tete-a-tete where I cause
God to vet his plans through

me, I charge debts, saying
You owe me a good life!
ignoring that which I 

already have: a good life.