Dear God, Is there a way to live a prayer? Is there a way to become a prayer? I long to stop spewing like a gargoyle. What is belief? How do I believe in something that I cannot fathom? I am a quarrelsome crow that believes it is pious. I cling to barbed wire hope with bloodied hands, wondering- Prayer seems to be a roulette wheel gamble. I put down my money and cry for black; one roll away from despondency. I don’t get answers, at least ones I understand. You act as my friend not a croupier. You put up with my sarcastic frustrated tone when You should be saying “enough!” Help me move from belligerence to intimacy.