My Prayers Are Heard
When I couldn’t see beyond this world,
when I was falling down the black hole,
I called out your name and you came.
You are greater than any black crater.
The depth of your love and grace fills my soul.
You pulled me right out of that black hole.
Your mercy abounds and your armor surrounds me.
My prayers are heard.
Thank God for the word.
By Bonnie Gail Carter. Published in my book of poems Titled The Chill Turned Warm.