A Prayer Through Darkness

I'm utterly swamped with work today, and have many hours of work to do without many hours left to do it in. It's like finals week in college, but if I mess this up I ruin a camp for about 70 people. Anyways, I needed to take a quick break to write a poem, this is a plea for aid, a prayer poem. I don't give a fig if you like it or not, I needed to write these words, and feel encouraged already.

O Lord, we ask you to hear our prayers

though rarely do we ask to receive

an answer back to confirm

receipt of the burdens we’ve sent your way,

which is why I am frustrated

with myself, for a voice whispers

beneath those prayers

that the darkness surrounding me

swallows wholly my voice,

that no syllable can sneak through

the web of sin and despair I have woven

so well that no light will enter.

Lord, hear my prayer, deliver me

from this timeless hole, it may be weeks

or hours since I last cried to you,

or is this plea my first?

Despair came on the heels of Confusion,

and I no longer know what words to use,

save to pray to you, Holy Lord:

Kyrie eleison, come claim what is yours.