Desperate Prayer

A grey cool day

In early winter.

A thick coating of clouds

Like a warm blanket

Cover the barren trees.


A man who has lost all hope

Turns to the sky

With outstretched arms

And fingers spread

To catch whatever falls.

Staring desperately

For a break of blue

Knowing that warmth exists

Beyond the cloak of clouds.


One day the curtains will slowly part

And he will see the truth

That laid hidden for so long

Then he will sleep

In eternal sleep

Under another blanket

Once more facing upward

To the father of all,

Who jealously guards his secrets.



About oxrider

Mr. Winter has written novels, books of poetry and short stories, and books on acting. He has written over three dozen plays, winning the S.C. Playwright’s Festival. His inventive theatrical work has been seen in the US and Europe. A.F. Winter has been acting, teaching, and directing, for over 30 years. He created a theatre which worked with at-risk youth giving them positive alternatives in their lives. Please visit his website at View all posts by oxrider

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