Praying to God

I sometimes wonder if God
ever tires of our prayers.
Weekends must be the worst.
Friday prayers at the mosques,
Saturday appeals in the synagogues,
Sunday petitions from the churches.
An endless round of requests.
Do this, O Lord
and do that, Almighty God.
Watch over the sick,
care for the lonely,
help the poor,
encourage the unemployed,
bring peace among the nations.
As if addressing every human problem
great and small,
is part of God’s job description,
and somehow God has forgotten.
Someday I imagine
that God will lose patience
with our foolish words
and will tell us in no uncertain terms
that the care of the world,
the care of one another,
is our job.
Ours alone.
“This is your mess, not mine,” God will say.
“Get busy and stop bothering me.”
Perhaps God will add with a chuckle,
“Amen, so be it.”

Topics: Fiction and Poetry and Worship & Liturgy. 8 Points: Point 2: Pluralism and Point 4: Act As We Believe. Seasons & Special Events: Pluralism Sunday. Ages: Adult. Resource Types: Poetry.

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