I wonder where my prayers went -
The ones I prayed as a little girl.
Did they talk to God?
I wonder what he thought.
I wonder what messages he sent back -
Signs that I didn't see or overlooked because I ignored the world of my spirit.
I wonder if they couldn't rise, and just stayed near the earth -
Listened to by fallen angels and guardians of light.
But maybe they never left me.
Maybe they buried inside my inner world of spirit and truth.
Maybe they grew into my Self and now I struggle to purge the weeds of my sins that were never sins -
Those weeds that choke my confidence and my courage.
I wish I could have them back -
Those little prayers, those little tears, those little "sins",
And that little girl.