I kneel and pray each day that all will be okay.
Turn out to be as it needs.
I ask for the things I would like and want.
but in the end it will be what I need.
It's an arduous journey with pain in transition,
losing many things and loved ones along the way.
Rather in death or circumstance pulling you apart,
filling you with sinking sadness.
Take solace though that in the next life you will again meet.
I struggle every day to have and keep faith.
I pray for my path to be revealed and clear,
and the strength to fight on and accomplish what I need
to return to him in the end in all his glory.
I rarely share my faith with others but when compelled
I bare my soul and show what I behold.
I will continue to struggle keeping faith the best I can,
even with the very heavy heart I currently hold.
God help me for I'm falling please take ahold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem