When the heart cries out in desolation,
to a master of creation above.
Comes the furiously high fly elation,
raining down sweet symphony of love.
From the child like frustrations,
the deepest passions beg reprive.
Comes a masked volley reparation,
into a heart on soft angel's wings.
The recipe has it's own sweet nectar,
in one part passion professed need.
Two parts of a prayer conjecture,
stir in three parts love received.
Inspiration reigns supreme in creation,
sent down to sooth the savaged breast.
In melodic songs of heaven's collection,
to a troubadour's talent abilities its blessed .
In a list
A contest entry
- A Contest For Suseann -- Prayer by CarolDesjarlais.
700 points, ended January 20, 2007, 3 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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How right you are...the mix of passion and prayer has caused many to survive what was thought unsurmountable. I know, something beyond me pulled me through a tough knot. I am sure, soemthing other than you is drawing you along beatuifully. thank you for entring, even as you protest, becaue I knew you had words to share...wise words...
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I am a litte confused. Is this contest in honor of you? Anyway, beautiful prayer. Loved the rhyme and flow. My best, ♥ Belle
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Yes,I don't intend on compeating.She asked me to put it in as just a read. Come on and write one.Tell any song writers/musicians you know they're welcome too.
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