My Thoughts Are With You

I don’t want you thinking of me

You thoughts do not comfort me or provide for my needs

I don’t care if you feel empathy

or if you can muster sympathy.

Where is the help in that?

I want your prayers.

I want you to swallow your disbelief

and your selfish pride

and get down on your knees and beg the God you never wanted to believe in

and ask him, on my behalf, for help.

Don’t settle in your faithlessness

and let me drown.

Rise up, for me.

I need you

to believe.


Prompted by the comments on this article, specifically, the contrast between the first two comments, and the three after. A reflection on “my thoughts are with you” and “my prayers are with you”.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s