February [4] 2017 - Wishful Thinking

I wished away answered prayers
wishing I could do more than, pray.
I wish I could be the voice of reason,
appeasing even the most closed minds.
But discouragement moves like strong wind
forcefully closing blinds.
I wished away the callouses hovering over
the parts of my heart that prayed for healing,
but I welcome the layers of bitterness
that sealed off my feelings.
I wish it were simpler to know what to pray for,
peace is the obvious petition even
in the midst of waged war.
What am I praying for?
I wish my prayers were
reasonable enough to
expect answers.