UNANSWERED PRAYERS

In times of pain
A prayer is timely
But all's in vain
When silence reigns.

A sure relief
In His mercy
But such belief
Dies in cynicism.

Where's His grace
That all can share?
Where's the Face
That all can gaze?

A sudden thought
Seizes the mind
That He we sought
Is mere clay.

Or is He mortal
Entwined in spite
Whose power is fatal
To those fallen in mud?

Down the ages
Trapped in faith
These saintly sages
Our soul we sold.

Incense, candles, oil
Ceaseless homage
To Him we toil
All come to nought.


~ PHLIP RODRIGUES~