The Prodigal

Nancy Cardozo

Prodigal of prayer am I,
Prodigal of tear,
But I have used God sparingly -
I think He does not hear.
Stars to wish on flicker false,
And I know stars will wear;
But if I doubt and if I weep,
Stars will never care.

I have let my prayers sift down
Through a starry sieve:
Will God gather up the dust
If I believe?