Without believing, I let out
Prayers like popcorn
Begging for angels to be real.
After the darkness and the quiet,
small stones of ceiling plaster
continue to fall
Teeth from heaven.
I am covered.
the roof and floor
groan for me.
my prayers are softer now,
each one a surprise.
Cindy Cherry grew up in Northern Mexico and the Southwest. She writes poems and stories in her head, while walking a labyrinth with her two dogs. She also loves her job working with blind infants; teaching them new ways to “see”.
Beautiful
Interesting use of popcorn and ceilings. Like stars, no two popcorn ceilings are alike; nor are our prayers. The image of teeth feel sharp to me as they fall back on us. We either feel our prayers go painfully unanswered, or they are answered in an unexpected and painful way. This is a tasty poem.
xoxox
Very thought provoking poem! How will I respond when my “shelters” collapse, when doubt and fear surround me? Will I call on heaven for help, no matter what I feel? Will desperate unbelieving prayers turn to softer, surprising ones? Thanks for a poem of insight, honesty and HOPE!