In the morning sun
before I rise
I pray.
In the evening dark
as I lie down
I pray.
In the murky between
I wrestle with body and soul;
both bear the wounds
of the good and the bad.
It is in the praying
that strength I receive,
strength to move the day, and,
to rest the night.
Amen.
sounds like you've been listening in to my soul lately-prayer tis the way to get through the dehumanizing day--thank you for sharing this with us
Hey, Smoky! I relate to praying before sunrise and before going to bed, gratitude being a major part. For the in-between times, you might relate to my poem 'Coming Up for Air.' Best wishes for you always, Glen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh, and a 5 billion stars to light up this poem in God's night sky