The Hastened Prayer

You knelt to pray, yet time was pressing near,
The day's demands rang loud for you to hear;
With bills to pay and work that must be done,
You whispered words, then fled without a tear.
A fleeting plea, then rose from bended knee,
Assured your soul was safe, at least to thee;
Yet silence lingered, deep beyond your haste,
What peace is bought when prayer’s a hurried fee?

All day you rushed, yet never spoke His name,
For fear of scorn, you quenched the tender flame;
Your lips stayed shut while hearts around grew cold
And still you worked, as if your toil were fame.
“No time,” you cried, while souls slipped past your view,
“No time,” while mercy's call you would subdue;
But death arrived, and stilled your busy hands
And time was gone, with all you failed to do.


2026.04.23