I live a life of prayer

I LIVE A LIFE OF PRAYER

I am pious

I am always praying

Waking up scared and uncertain

For I forgot my torn boots by the door

Will I find them? “O let me do.” I pray

Then, I see them

A pair of poverty stricken existence markers

Relieved, I whisper, “Amen!”

Trained by my condition,

Uncertainty trailing me

I step into the communal bathroom

Extending a scared uncertain, hand

I turn the rusty tap,

“please let the water flow.” I murmur a prayer

Then,  water!

Water flows, cold, refreshing and gushing

Gratefully, I whisper, “Amen!”

Driven by nothing but sheer hope,

I walk towards the construction site,

The rising mammoth skyscraper is imposing.

The night watchman, like a hedgehog,

Unfurls from his sleep

With a slight push,

The creaky contraption of a gate yawns lazily open

“O let foreman pick me today?” I say a silent prayer

Then he does, I whisper, “Amen”

Weary and broken by hard work,

I trudge home, calloused soles and hurting torn boots

Has the landlord evicted me? 

I muse

Thrown my poverty out of his shack?

Eventually tired of my empty promises

Then I arrive home

A sigh of relief, no double padlocks on my door,

A prayer answered! “Amen”

Now you see,

Why I live a life of prayer

Marked by beacons of fear,

And existence spurred on by hope

And each one of them

Is a PRAYER

That without fail,

Ends with the word

AMEN

S.K . KYENZE

07/06/2017