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.

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