Prayer is the little instrument
Through which Men reach
Where Presence - is denied them.
They fling their Speech
By means of it - in God’s Ear -
If then He hear -
This sums the Apparartus
Comprised in Prayer -
Of Course - I prayed -
And did God Care?
He cared as much as on the Air
A Bird - had stamped her foot -
And cried “Give me” -
My Reason - Life -
I had not had - but for Yourself -
‘Twere better Charity
To leave me in the Atom’s Tomb -
Merry, and Nought, and gay, and numb -
Than this smart Misery.
There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
“Thou shalt not” is a kinder sword
Than from a disappointing God
“Disciple, call again.”