WHEN I DO PRAY

When I do pray, (I pray not anymore),
'Tis simply hope that nature might restore
The vanished sand from corroding shore,
Revive the miracle to what it was before.
I pray for you but you do not return
To greet me with the beauty you once had.
The more I pray the more of loss I learn;
The more of loss, the more in sorrow clad.
Your prayers for me express undying love
But all is hope for prayers are only words
That bring no change from that place above.
Your honest thoughts deterred by hopes absurd.
I used to pray but now I don't, you see,
For nothing changes by such words from me.