This poem was inspired by the imagery of James 1:6. 
We can view prayer as communication with a God who answers or as a meaningless cosmic gamble. 
Our attitude certainly affects the way we pray. 

Message in a Bottle

                   I put a message in a bottle
                    Threw it in an ocean wave
                      I imagine it will not be read
My troubled soul it will not save

                    For it must travel many miles
                     Through many perils it must pass
                       No wind or sail to aid its journey
                        Just a vessel made of glass

                    So I said nothing too important
                      And I wrote no urgent plea
For I imagine that my message
                         Shall be lost in this great sea

This poem was inspired by a mission trip to inner city East St. Louis .  We can learn a lot from children . . .

The Child

The black child climbed upon my lap
It never crossed his mind
            That no one on this earth is color blind

The poor child climbed upon my lap
        It never crossed his mind
That men like me don't care for his kind

The lost child climbed upon my lap
It never crossed is mind
            That I should notice he was left behind

He climbed back down, his naive feet
    Touched the unforgiving street

I pray that one day I will cross his mind

© Kevin Sanders 2003

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