Did You listen when I prayed
Did You hear my words
Perhaps I asked in plain speech
and You wanted sounds leavened
with metaphors and tears
My heart carried plaintive sounds,
my words held fragments of a narrative
My daughter, I said, stopped talking to me
when I spoke of loving a woman
She left no space to speak
I prayed and asked for help—
Year after year I spoke and you remained
cloistered, silent and withdrawn
Were you testing my resolve
Now years beyond
my first request
a doorway opened
and we shared words
—syllables exchanged between strangers
Now I pray for a bridge
to span the divide
I will wait and listen
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