Prayers of Lesser Gods

The molecules inside me pray
that I smile down on them
safeguard their kids
bless bread and hearth
let all grow strong
live long

Little camps and colonies
tucked neatly in my bends and curves
prosper wealth or falter
suffer pestilence and poisons
drought or flood
according to my wisdom and my whims

But their tiny rosaries go unheard
I drown them out
as I plead loud "good Lord
relieve my pains
bless me
ease up my strife a little bit!"

is every thought turned
upward never down

Who does my god call to?
Does each god then praise a greater god?
Are all gods just as deaf as I
or do the greater gods know glorious ways
to listen down the praying line
so my poor mitochondria have hope
some microscope-like ear
hears

if I strain to catch
voices within
will I turn the tide of gods

                                                        Chris Bazzett