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Jenny Schwartz

About this Christian Poet:
I'm a West Australian who is passionate about the beauty of this isolated part of the world. I've even written a novel, Wild Imaginings, set in colonial days. The novel was a great excuse for historical research.

Prayer

Pray, says the preacher
and closes his eyes.
Around me, lips move
as if God is deaf and lip reads.
Grandma's sharp elbow says,
Pray.
I shut my eyes.
Dear God, I begin
as if I'm writing a letter.

I break off.

It is all too silly.
God knows what I need.
Faith, definitely. And hope.
Love. I wonder about love.
Does love obey God?
Will it find me if I ask?

Too late.

Amen, says the preacher.
Amen, echoes Grandma.
Again the sharp elbow.
Amen, say I. But I'm wrong.
This time the elbow means,
"I made pot roast, hurry home."

I guess love found me.

Thank you, God, I say,
and hear a smiling, Amen.

©2007 by Jenny Schwartz