Since she keeps pestering me I must give this widow what is her just rights.
Or she will persist in coming and worrying me.
Am I too the unjust judge, trying to keep out of her sight.
That’s why this parable always worries me.

But I know it’s about the value of prayer.
Keep asking.
To coldness of heart beware.
Keep persisting.

If the unjust judge can listen.
If even he can eventually act.
Surely God will to our aid hasten.
That may just be naive faith or if may be fact.

So in the long dark empty hours of night.
My cry will to him, I hope, remains in his sight.