A Little Prayer

I wake to strange dreams,
a distant voice,
On my bed I weep
for dwindling Faith,
faded fate,
And the fear of letting go.

I am a locked door,
One side of me pounding
"Let her in, open up."
The other blocking
fear of what might walk in.

I have always felt your presence,
Though try I did to ignore,
In retrospect how can I forget,
Miracles performed.

Most recently I have wondered,
Pieces placed together,
Two souls planned to meet
Set each other free.

Forgive me for my faults,
My anger and despair,
Guide me as you always did,
I shall be confused no more.