“Sometimes, it seems to us that we have been praying a long time without so much as a thumbs up or a like. But don’t get despondent” he counselled, “It’s just his way. You’ll get used to it. In fact, you patiently waiting like this is greatly pleasing to Him. Them types that never stop complaining, they just become a distant, boring chorus. We can live without them, right? Just you wait…and wait some more…he will show himself in glory even greater than you can conjure in your hollow head…more vivid than all the visions of Julian or them wild women of long anchoress. The crying and sobbing will stop and those up flights and down pains, the rolling, spiking wave that persists through life will all be become flat and green and easy to walk on. And it will feel cold and pretty under your feet, a cushion of clover and buttercup, every pebble a yielding moss, a fine sponge, a sweet, unsticky mallow.

I received all sorts of signs in my ears
One was a sound like a pair of bellows
I was inwardly told not to be afraid
For it was the sound of the holy spirit...whatever that is
The unvoiced sounds found a reed and became words
Treasures of wickedness profit nothing
The rich man’s wealth is their strong city
The destruction of the poor is their poverty
How come most fall among thorns?
O, to be in that number
Let us pray it will not end well
Let us pray it will not end well
Let us pray it will not end well
Let us pray it will not end well
Let us pray it will not end well

From a clothes horse, you wore us out
Those exhausted sleeves
And in our bed clothes when not our best
You wore us down
That was when I thought better of it
And left you alone
The way they saw the things they saw
Was never very clear to me
Through a lens their fathers bought
Picture the bedroom scene...it's not a pretty one
Seemed like stained glass when open-ended
Where everything was somehow one like someone planned it
I caught you looking for the perfect place
And firmly believing in
The power of prayer
The power of prayer