I will, of course, be one <br />who listens to you, God. <br />Let not my past be proof <br />all to the contrary; it is <br />a selfish wish, you knew, <br />but I am human, God, I wish <br />you gave me just a bit of time, <br />a bit of love and your compassion. <br /> <br />I want her safe again, and full <br />of health and much vitality. <br />So could you do this or perhaps <br />your son, by name of Jesus, <br />so familiar to us, would he be near? <br />He'd heal her lungs and fix those valves, <br />inside her beating heart, he'd do it all <br />without man's pills and potions, <br />without the constant drip, and I would be <br />a model human for you, as you can surmise. <br />I know, when I was small I'd do the same, <br />call upon you to bail me out, to swoop <br />and to protect as well as change <br />things as they were, to suit my current plans. <br />If I forgot to honour any pledges, Sir, <br />I shall be good for double, you can bet on that. <br />And if you missed me on those Sundays, <br />churches aren't my thing, your house of God is <br />what they say but it is you I need the most, <br />and I do need your intervention more than life.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-call-on-you/