Prayer

“I pray because I can't help myself. I pray because I'm helpless. I pray because the need flows out of me all the time- waking and sleeping. It doesn't change God- it changes me.” 
― C.S. Lewis

A poem from days gone by

A little lost in all the rust
Somehow I thought I would find you
My old friend made whole again
Made permanent like lines of a tattoo

Somewhere sometime, life flows by
Little streams turn to rapid roads
I've turned to find I've left behind
Faded images of someone who
Stood by my side, when my world was wide

Pictures now melt into time
Faded friends become painful
I wince and stare because I wasn't there
Because you soon won't be too.