PAD Challenge Day 24: 3 A.M:iPray

PAD Challenge Day 24: Write a time of day poem.

3 A.M.: iPray

Sometimes-at-times,
iWake up at 3.A.M. 
iHeard this was the devil's hour, 
so iMake it a Godly hour. 
One where, iFeel like 
the Father or the Son 
taps me on one of my shoulders 
for me to awake and talk...

iTalk about whatever may 
wrestle with my spirit 
Whatever may irritate my nervous system 
Whatever iMay fear in anticipation...

Sometimes-at-times,
iJust lay in bed. 
Thank God that iWas 
able to rise into a new day, 
survive another day of grief, 
in a world saturated in 
vile, unholiness, anger, greed, cruelty...

Sometimes-at-times, 
iMay stare into space,
search from floor to ceiling, 
looking for one of my Angels, 
maybe a relative that visited before,
and the sister-friend, iJust lost, 
that I've yet to see...

Sometimes-at-times, 
iGet out of bed, 
look out my bedroom window,
for nothing at all.
iNotice how peaceful the world seems
But my spirit tells me,
somewhere someone is in pain, 
screaming, dying, fighting..for life...

iWalk the hall in prayer.
iWalk into every room and iPray.
iPray over my life. 
iPray over the lives of close 
family and friends. 
iCall out his name. iPraise God. 
iGives thanks for the blessings 
I've seen and the ones to come...

D'ElegantOne 

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