Blindfold Me

When I pray,

blindfold me—

shut the windows,

cover my ears,

and numb me—

because awareness

of burdens

still unchanged

unnerves me—

I don’t have the heart

to pray

if prayer

means nothing.

But You are invisible.

And, more often than not,

Your works are invisible too.

So black out my perceptions

that I may believe—

You hear.

You care.

And You have already answered.