your concierge

sometimes
the spigot
of your faith
runs dry,
or just a drop
or two
drains out
despite how
hard you
turn the handle
in prayer.
you want a loved
one to be
healed,
or for patience
to arrive
or for your keys
to be found.
you even once
prayed for
traffic to dissolve
before your
eyes.
you have your
God on a leash,
asking
for him to sit
and heal.
he is your concierge
in the sky.