Prayer that seemed like a monologue

It's Easter of 2008, Another year where a group Tamil Christians, living locally nearby, flocked to attend the 4.00 am worship. In the best of their colourful pattu Sarees, jasmine hair-do's and grandest of authentic gold jewels (and of course accompanied by their humble husbands and bubbly kids) i see families walking in with a big black covered holy book. With their heads downs and eyes 360 angle up, they seat themselves comfortably inside the place whose ceilings and windows was decorated with colourful glitter papers and jasmine flowers. Pastor's Easter message which was loud enough to hit the streets was seeming to lose it's probability of hitting the minds of his audience.

For me it was another day at the church where i sought My God, at His alter. A place where my soul made supplications with faith. Years have gone by, so seemed the unanswered prayers to My God at this church. A ruined filthy living space called home, waiting for so called God's Promises, Family's Financial crunch and Dumps, feckless mother who lives her spiritual instincts, my need to be loved, nothing seemed to have changed in years. It was as though prayers was for the weak, who are waiting for things to happen than making them happen. Faith was for the fools who do not trust their own potentials. God was a figure-head that generations imagined for deep intimate companionship (especially in downs). My laments on this day of HIS Resurrection at HIS alter dissolved yet again in HIS love. In HIS glory He yet again descended, to show that HE is there. With tear flooded eyes, a anxious heart (and running nose) i repeated my supplications with residual hope in HIS Glorious Alter. For what seems like a Monologue, Will one day be Answered in HIS time.

Easters, Good-Fridays, Christmas's and New year repeats itself, so will my prayers be...