Sunday Prayer

I am waiting to discover the way

To move from the spot I’m in,

Something besides moving my feet,

As that amounts to little progress.

I've been soliciting God for quite some time,

But all I hear are cryptic answers

Filtered through intermediaries

I don’t quite understand.

I know God is with me,

But I’m looking for something more tangible.

I want a hedge against the people pulling the strings,

Wreaking the economy, slashing the worth of my house,

And the options of my later years.

I’d like a little more space,

Room to breathe,

A place where moving my feet makes a difference,

Takes me out of my circles,

Takes me uphill to a place in the sun.