Her Name Means Wild

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

of these

And now it just seems so silly

Why I didn’t ask