Car Thoughts – a poem

Poem by Christina O’Donnell. Photo by Chelsie Walter.

It feels quiet in my head,

With the radio blaring,

It feels quiet in my head with the world zooming past

The sun might be setting,

The moon might be rising,

The rain might be pounding.

So, I pray in the car because it’s when my mind is clear

But, I don’t know if God can hear.

The stories on the news are sad and serious,

But the sky is wide and full of promise.

It’s hard to hear the latest catastrophe,

When the world looks so wide right in front of me.

I’m small in my little car,

I’m buzzing down the road,

Trying to get somewhere fast,

Or maybe trying to get somewhere slow.

Often times,

I don’t really know.

So I pray in the car, while my mind is clear,

But, I don’t know if I believe God can hear.

Is someone up there when the sun shines

Through darkening clouds?

That's when I think I see Them,

The rays of sunlight kissing puffs of white,

Or moonbeams dancing through a starry night.

It's just me thinking, 

and my mind a million places,

But I feel someone's listening.

I really, really do.  

Because I’m praying for the masses, 

And often I’m praying for You.

I pray in the car because it’s when my mind is clear,

But, I continue to hope that God can hear.