Answer To A Prayer © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Weary, worn and in despair,
I stumbled down the busy street;
My only hope a fervent prayer,
I blindly stared down at my feet.

Is this it? The end of the road
that promised once to never end;
Too hard to bear this heavy load,
Too tired even to pretend.

With no recourse, no plan to make,
I glanced up to the silent sky;
Pleading for a chance to take,
begging for some small reply.

And petals from a blessed tree,
blew on the breeze and over me..