I see the sky differently now;

no longer is it innocent clouds

or beautiful storms,

it's anxiety and expectation.

Sometimes if I lay on our hill

and try to form

figures

from the sky

I can almost see your face

passing by.

I pray to God it's you

because I can't do this alone

and I don't know what I'm supposed to do;

without you.

that others know it

see it in their lives

and feel it in their bones

that as few complications

as humanly possible

to stop them

from seeing the dew on a daisy

and dew in their souls

is there for a reason.

I don't.... While I shouldn't.

I don't believe in God, an Atheist through and through... well that's what I tell myself.

But I celebrate Christmas and Easter.

I make a cross with my hand when I pass a graveyard.

I ask God to look after my Nan and Granddad.

I don't believe in anything beyond this earth, or that there is one great creator, but It has become a tradition in my life to do these things... and every time I do I wonder why I am.

If I knew he was listening

I'd pray for almost anything

I'd pray for the beauty we can bring

Then pray to leave by angels wing

I'd pray in his house openly

My penitence needs some surgery

I'm just afraid that I might see

The church roof coming down on me

I'd pray from the sofa; the kitchen floor

I'd pray until my hands are sore

And if there's time for just one more

I'd pray that next time United score

I'd pray for just a little fun

That which bypassed your only son

I'd pray to know just what he won

When hands with holes let water run

I'd pray for peace to come and stay

I'd pray for snow on Christmas Day

I'd pray to live down by the bay

(Small lotto win, if that's OK)

I'd pray if it would come to pass

That prayers weren't as fragile as glass

That the big man showed some class

And got up off his great fat ass

Just what I'd pray for, I can't tell

For me and him don't get on well

His house is only good to sell

To those afraid to burn in hell

So I don't pray, I find it odd

To clasp my hands, 'donate' a wad

I'd sooner give to a firing squad

And if He ever turns up, don't give me a nod...

I pray for my children

and husband

for their lives

their salvation

for family

friends, requests

and

that I will grow closer

to Jesus!

to be closer to Jesus