Art Prayer
But did I stop doodling?
No.
As your call unravelled
On the end of the line,
I drew (instead of flowers and squares)
Your desperate, desperate news.
There in between
The Terms and Conditions
And the name and address
On a utility bill,
I scrawled a surgeon, you and a bed
(And even your illness
With a scribbled scowl and a face and legs).
But this is no Art in a worldly way -
No, a call from God went to you to me
To my ear to my hand
And back to God,
And the bad-messy lines
Have broken the bounds
Of Time and Space
To be pondered by Him
As a prayer, as a plea,
As He walks his vast and precious hall
Of delicate human hope.