Forgotten Prayers Is it distress then that had brought me to your door? For it wasn't love, that feeling had abandoned me years ago. When I stood on the porch nervously wringing my dress My head a whirlwind of accelerated thought process. The autumn leaves, I noticed you hadn't swept away The front yard was unweeded, A wild garden of disarray. The bell I finally ring, with a sudden lack of conviction Was I right to come back here, When trouble lurked by my mansion? Minutes pass, still no sign, Not a creak, not a sigh The door remained unopened. Now that i look around with more care, The armchair on the porch seemed broken The glass paned windows looked unopened. The door I pushed with apprehensive fingers It swung open with a wail and a cloud of black grey dust. Gingerly I stepped inside, calling out 'anybody here?' As expected there was no response No furniture, no sign of #life anywhere! Surprised I walked out, and inquired in dismay 'why is the church without candles, without altars Who sent my god away?' The stranger replied rather amusedly ' my dear child you must be mistaken The father's still there, the sinners still pray And the pews still fill up on Sundays.' Then I recalled As forlorn as I was The love I had begotten many years before from this God. The god of mine The supreme divine Had closed his doors on me For the passion of Christ, only demands one price Which I had indeed not given In my good times, when he called me to thank The importance of his need I had forgotten.