I cannot tell why there should come to me
A thought of someone miles and years away,
In swift insistence on the memory,
There be a need that I should pray.
We are too busy even to spare
A thought for days together of some friends away;
Perhaps God does it for us -
And we ought to read His signal
As a sign to pray.
Perhaps just then my friend has fiercer fight,
A more appalling weakness, A decay of courage,
Darkness, some lost sense of light.
And so in case he needs my prayer,
Dear, do the same for me!
If I intrude unasked upon you on some crowded day,
Give me a moment's prayer, as interlude;
Be very sure I need it!