A Poem: Water

I think I remember last time,
you didn’t hear my prayer,

so I hesitate to trust.

Sometimes, when we have done
all we can,

we need you to carry the rest,
without spilling a drop.

But sometimes, even you,
let it overflow.

And so I ask,
what are the odds this time

that I can bend you
to my will?

And yours, is just too large
a pattern to discern.

But I will try to pray,
trusting you will hear.

My friend reminds me of
a glass half full,

that half full is enough.

Perhaps the best prayer in the end
is trust.

And a half full glass
will not spill a drop,

though we might pray
for water to the rim.

Ana Lisa de Jong
Living Tree Poetry
January 2020