No Prayer, Almost

I have no need, I don’t know how to pray,
there’s nothing new I have to say to You,
as for the Creed I very seldom say,
I’m not so sure that half of it is true.

Where is Your voice that I’m supposed to hear,
Your presence far away I do not feel?
How can I talk to One Who’s never near,
invisible and silent, barely real?

I’m busy, what lately have You done for me?
The friends I have--none of them seem to care,
we never talk about our destiny,
we live as if there’s no there really there.

Unworthy, undeserving of reward,
I throw myself upon Your mercy, Lord.

                    by Pete Voelz       5/26/15