Not sure if I can shorten it....

but there might be more readers if it were a bit shorter. 
Any thoughts.  Hit me with what you've got....

            Prayer for Acceptance
 
You are the manager of the universe.
Me, I survive dark times in my kitchen.
 
Why have I gathered eggs, bacon and onions?
I need to get tear ducts open and flowing.
 
Onions can make that happen, burning eyes
when I dice and slice. If I can cry,
 
my grief can find relief downriver.
I’ve spent days feeling stuck in muck
 
while my friend dies at home
under an egg-white February sky.
 
Her husband exhausts himself, feeling
a terrible sadness day and night.
 
He prays, works, talks to God, tries to nap.
Comfort hides from him.
 
I stand two hours, creating a quiche,
using the hardest recipe I can find.
 
Perhaps baking will ease my rage. After all,
we both know, she is one of your dearest,
 
and she fully believed you’d rescue her
from cancer the way you once saved me.
 
The outcome of the quiche does not matter,
but my deep sorrow makes me ask, Why?
 
Oh, I’ll get past my mad and sad. I rant
but know you care.  Before she leaves us
 
to start her new story, show me how
to let her go. Thank you, Father.

Pat

I wonder if you have two poems here:

1.  The prayer that starts with a You . . . followed by a Me line

2.  The imagery of the EGG is very nice.  What if you take the egg lines and make them a poem (expressing the same theme)?

I hope to see this again

Todd

I see now that it could become two poems.
Hmmmm.  I did not see that before...

I'll play with it later....days later.
I am trying to finish so many things up, so it'll be late next week.....
But when I make it happen, I'll throw it back your way.  Thanks for the feedback...

Grateful,
Pat