I didn’t ask for prayer because my request
seemed so small
It seemed so shallow, so superficial.
I looked around and there were real needs
Unlike mine, or so I thought.
Who did my requests benefit, but me?
So I kept silent, that’s why I didn’t ask.
I mentioned it in passing,
I brought it up at times,
It wasn’t a pressing need
I still had breath inside of me
I didn’t ask because I didn’t know if it
would be remembered
But I was wrong to think it didn’t matter.
Each need, each cry was real to me
And to the Creator who was listening to all
And now it just seems so silly
Why I didn’t ask