Praying to a God - Charles' Edition

She wakes up to the cries of her hungry child.

Another night another hungry tummy experience.

She hobbles to her baby’s cot,

And feeds her from a dry breast,

Before taking a cup of dirty water,

And heading off to what she calls work.

What work is this that takes five months to pay?


During the day in the sun,

A child throws away a half eaten bun,

And she gets on her knees,

Because hallelujah it is lunch time.


On her knees she thanks a God who never sees her.

On those knees she prays to a God who won’t talk back.

She thanks a God, who doesn’t see her suffering,

And who is deaf to the cries of her hungry baby.


She is tired,

She is hungry,

And were it not for her baby,

She would have thrown in the towel long ago.


But she fights on.

She scratches and crawls on all fours,

For she simply must live for her little angel.


So she calls the man who put the baby in her,

A man to whom she gave her heart then he left her,

A man who simply won’t answer her calls.


She sees the resemblance between the man and the God.

These two who she believed in,

These two who abandoned her.

These two who she believed loved her,

These two who betrayed her in incomprehensible ways.


She dumps the phone and gets back down on her bruised knees,

To talk to a God who won’t talk back.


That night after her baby falls asleep,

God sends down some rain.

He lives after all.

And she smiles because the rain soothes a growling tummy.

And for the first time in months she falls asleep with a smile on her face,

Because maybe, just maybe, there is a God who talks back.


She wakes up in the morning to light flooding through her window.

She slept all night.

Didn’t her baby cry?

She wakes to a flooded house and runs to her baby’s flooded cot.

Now she knows why she didn’t cry.


And with nothing left to fight for,

With the last joules of energy she has left,

She uses a rope as a stepping stone to heaven,

To meet a God who won’t talk back.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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this is a genuine poem that is seeking truth

i appreciate the thought process behind it, it was well written

God does speak, questions is will anyone listen (i'm saying this in general itself)

how God speaks is amazing, hold on to faith


there is alot of pain and sorrows

that's why faith is essential, whether it's about you in the 1st person or 3rd person

or it's about any person


this poem is excellent brother

keep writing and seeking truth


read today's word: Psalm 55:22

cast out the burdens to The Lord

He'll sustain you

He shall never permit the righteous to be moved

Charles Muchori

Thank you. It helps to know that there is someone who reads and appreciates the poems that people post here. Love the verse...Cast your cares on the Lord
and he will sustain you; he will never let the righteous be shaken.I can't say that the Lord has never done anything for me... He has done a lot more than I have thanked Him for, but the poems was for those who lose faith and sight of the small gifts that God bestows upon all... like health, life, parents, friends, laughter etc... Most people lose faith every now and then... I guess this is a voice for such in such moments.


This is absolutely beautiful, and it pulled my heart strings. The ending when you said, "She uses a rope as a stepping stone to Heaven.." I was literally in tears. Thank you for sharing.

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