Message In Stanza

Poetry and Musings

I want to be there in your most intimate moments of prayer
Be like a fly on the wall
With you on your knees pleading with God
Asking Him to save your son from death
Or be with him in his final breath

Is it a sin to want to watch her close eyes closed she prays?
And watch her wheels turn in your head
What is she thinking during that time frame?
When her eyes are wet as she casts her blame

In these honest moments that make us human
That’s why I want to be a fly on the wall

Her Bible is in the corner nightstand
And it’s nighttime in the spring
She are waiting for the summer
But her legs are made of rubber

She wants God to save her son
But He hasn’t given her an answer
As she cusses as she’s about to lose hope
She feels she needs to wash her mouth out with soap

In these honest moments that make us human
That’s why I want to be a fly on the wall

© Carly Wiggins 2017

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