i suppose god heard my prayers.
i listened to the pastor and i prayed for my husband.
i was sixteen years old.
i suppose the one i prayed for heard in my voice how much i missed him,
despite me saying with firm conviction
that i didn’t want to do this anymore.
i suppose my cousin heard my sincerity.
i really didn’t visit only because i couldn’t afford it.
at the same time i didn’t want to ask for favours.
we are all struggling together.
but did my father hear me say i love him?
did i hear him when he showed it to me?
did the church hear the words of g-d?
or did they mask their confusion for fear of eternal death?
has god ever heard anyone pray?
does he hear anything at all?
do we hear bombs, gunshots and reports of storms
and cry to the sky to be saved?
i suppose that church brother i ran into this week
didn’t hear what i heard when i read the bible.
i suppose i didn’t care to listen to him tell me i should go back to church.
he never heard when i said there are things in the bible that don’t add up.
i never heard when he said that the bible cannot be wrong.
and when i got home, with his card still in my pocket,
i never heard that feeling as i tossed it in the trash.