how to pray

in olden days
God showed her temper
when rules were not obeyed

backbreaking harvests lost
houses destroyed
playful bloated bellies
spades in soggy clay, graves to dig

the call for renewed prayer
obedience of the rules
calloused knees
gave us strength for better days

in future days
we created the fierceness of her temper
better days are not to be expected
my religious leader lost his words


This poem centers on how religion and the call for prayer related to the seasons and sometimes hardship due to climatic events. It questions the value of our prayers as future climatic hardship is cast upon us by ourselves.