Jessica L. Morris

I’m tired, God,
of this one saying this
and that one saying that.

I’m tired, God,
of everyone needing to prove
that what they believe is right
and what others believe is wrong.

I’m so tired, God,
of joyless faces and
misguided masses
marching blindly
believing nothing real.

I pray for the day to come,
when we are all tired of
fighting.

I pray for the hour to near
when we are all done
hating.

I pray for the peace to set in
that relieves us of our
fear.