Silence

I pray.
I pray and I pray.
Silence.
I yell.
I yell and I yell.
Silence louder still.
My daughter once told me she prayed.
Cuddled in pink sheets,
bugs of anxiety still crawled.
“Dad, I prayed. Nothing happened.”
“I know.”
Silence, even to the sweet.
I wait.
I wait and I wait.
In the halls of heaven
unseen
He has heard
even the first whisper.
Groans grabbed by God, the Spirit.
Given to God, the Son.
Laid before God, the Father.
I will pray
tomorrow.
I will pray and I will pray.