My Prayer

I talk with you every day,

but I don’t hear you.

I cry on your shoulder at my loss;

you never turn from my tears.

How fortunate we are

to have such a friend

who is always with us to help

but never nags over our shoulders.

Or does she?

In the trust we have You,

there is this thing called conscience

which keeps me on the straight and narrow.

Ohh, it’s making me want to do good.

Always asking me to do good.

Always.

Begging in my heart.

To look at those.

Needier than I am.

To lift them up.

And give them sustenance.

And caring.. . .

 Which is why she sent me to college

again

and again

and again.

And produced an educator.

 And although I no longer teach.

In the classroom at least.

I still teach. And learn

from others.

And teach and learn from others.

And the cycle goes on.

And my prayer is answered.

I trust in you, God.

You will do with me what you will.

 And I should let it be.

Thank you

For praying with me.

Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

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