Poor Words

I speak one word to God, not good enough,
I say one thousand words, and it’s too many,
to find the right words is so very tough,
I search for words I want, I can’t find any.

The words I finally say all seem so trite,
 nothing is new, I’ve said them all before,
the words I come up with just don’t seem right,
inside, the meanings rich, the words are poor.

The prayers that fit the best I’ve memorized,
some are God’s words and help me meditate,
some are for centuries by the faithful prized,
some are best said when more participate.

Each conversation with You, Lord’s, a prayer,
if not the best words, trust the love is there.

                      by Pete Voelz     2/23/14