Nothing is Unfair

Sitting in my chair,
thinking
nothing is unfair,
after all.

No prayer
is in vain;
music and the strain,
when they contain
the feeling,
relieve air
of all the weight it carries.

One's despair,
when it does not
reach another heart,
teaches one to bare
it all
to God;
to bear a God,
if there wasn't one, before.

Swiveling, in a chair,
I swell my nothings,
into meanings
that comfort.

There, there, there...