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Villanelle for the Unanswered Prayer

by Ilse Brandt — the poem does not scroll away while you write about it.

The poem

You do not answer, and I keep asking anyway.The silence has its own liturgy by now —the asking is the only prayer I know how to say.

I kneel less for belief than out of habit, they say,a debt paid down in postures, not in vow.You do not answer, and I keep asking anyway.

Some nights the not-knowing feels like a kind of pay,as though the waiting were the point somehow —the asking is the only prayer I know how to say.

I have kept every question I could not give away,stacked like unopened letters, one per row.You do not answer, and I keep asking anyway.

Perhaps you are not silent. Perhaps you are only far away,too far to send a word this small allows.The asking is the only prayer I know how to say.

So take this, then — not answer, only stay,however far, however you know how.You do not answer, and I keep asking anyway.The asking is the only prayer I know how to say.

The poet asked for: Does the second refrain earn its own line by the end, or is it just repetition with better lighting?

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Mara Okonkwo2026-09-20

The villanelle's real trap is that both refrains start sounding like the same sentence said twice by the time you reach the quatrain, and you've mostly dodged it — "the asking is the only prayer I know how to say" earns its returns because each stanza around it changes what asking means: habit, then waiting, then hoarded letters. Where it wobbles is stanza four — "stacked like unopened letters, one per row" is a lovely image that has nothing to do with prayer or debt, and it is the one place the poem's economic conceit goes quiet. I would want that stanza working the same ledger the others are.