I often pray for many things,
materialism sometimes tops the list
of my premeditated prayers.
Many times I forget to open my heart,
or better yet, pray from it.
Praying sometimes seemed like a chore
that I hurried to get done,
after I have exhausted myself with worries and stress,
only to feel emptier and more deserted
after my attempt at laying all my burdens down
at God’s feet.