Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain

Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?

Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?

My Fiction

You fashioned this mountain.
You daredevil.
You shapeshifter.
You inspected, intended. 
You daydreamer, you.
Each pebble.
Each fossil.
Each Boulder.
Each vein of pure gold.
Each step to lift each.
Pray, now what?
Pray, tell it.
Pray, storied or droll?
Pray, how is your view?
Pray, what will you pray?