I shuffle my hands embarrassingly
as I find myself in prayer once more,
uncomfortable in the knowledge
that I dare to beseech the unknowing
seeking answers to questions and
forgiveness for my wrongs.
In my darkest moments I have little faith
in the goodness of life and yet
my soul glows a warmth that exudes bliss
as my hands come together as if compelled
by some hidden guide.
In a moment of reality I shiver
as thoughts of goodness flow through me,
disregarding my furtive efforts to
to banish them into the darkness
of my being that I have come to
know well, yet this light is all
and my will is in need of hope.
Help me I beg in toneless thoughts
as I speak to the unknown of things
I dare to reach for and, with closed
eyes I thank this light which
bares on me disolving my lonliness
and granting all I ask as I cry
with a knowing that I can be brave
and open my heart to the truth.
A contest entry
- Don't Wing A Prayer by Carly Pop.
1000 points, ended May 15, 2008, 18 entries
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This is a very deep write but written very well! I enjoyed this read
Great Job!
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This is a deep and sorrowful poem. It is touching to me. Shancy.
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I am grateful for your comments
Thank you for reading this, I am flattered that you took the time to reply. I must return the favor.
Terry
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'with a knowing that I can be brave
and open my heart to the truth.'
the truth is often to do with self acceptance and is never easy, yet to acknowledge it is sometimes enough.
A thought provoking and soul searching piece. -
It would seem most of us use prayer in times of great need and stress whether we are religious or not, but then I guess we all have our own God, whoever he or it may be.
I found this very interesting, thanks for writing it and sharing it with us.
All the best...Sue
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