Father, Teach Me To Pray
By Delroy Nesta Williams
I want to revisit my youth,
Go back in time.
Just to talk to my father,
There is this question that I need him to answer.
Daddy, why you never taught me to pray?
As I reflect,
I’ve heard you curse,
I even saw you smoke,
But I can’t remember a word of prayer
That you spoke!
But Father I ask that you hold my hands,
Force my knees to the floor,
And to the heavens, stretch out my arms.
Recite to me the Lord’s Prayer
Or just scream out Proverbs and Psalms.
All I have to go by right now
Are the teachings of my mother,
Her words were comfort to my ear
And the lessons still linger.
But I would still like to know
The thoughts of my father.