Where Do My Prayers Go

A poem

Where do my prayers go
when I forget to say Amen?

I wonder if heaven keeps a drawer
for the thoughts I’m meant to finish.

Perhaps they drift like letters with no address,
tucked into the folds of angel wings,
or filed under “To Be Continued”
in some holy archive I’ll never see.

Maybe they dissolve into dust
with the rest of my forgotten promises,
the ones I meant to keep,
but left folded in yesterday’s pocket.

Or maybe He catches them mid-fall,
those wordless whispers of sorrow,
and cradles them gently in His heart,
Amen on top or not.

Where do my prayers go
when I forget to say Amen?

I wonder if heaven keeps a drawer
for the thoughts I didn’t finish.

Some nights, I trail off mid-sentence,
and maybe God still nods and listens, 
understanding more in silence than in speech.