A Quest To Pray

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    A Quest To Pray

    A Quest To Pray

    I can feel a halting breath take hold,
    And my body starts to heave and fold.
    A lump in my throat prevents any cries,
    As the salt from tears burns in my eyes,
    And as they roll down to my chest,
    A choking sound comes from my breast.

    I should be set on some quest to pray,
    But the words for me, have lost their way,
    And I don't know how or what to say,
    For I live not in the welcome light of day.
    I hope the words that I write and or borrow,
    Might be able to ease this pain and sorrow.

    Lord, be thou my agent of change,
    And gently this heart of mine arrange.
    Be the only mover to right this life,
    No longer to bend or break with strife.
    Let thy death for me be not in vain,
    Or my end like that laid on Cain.
    Make my mind unclouded and sane.

    After all these words were said, my grief,
    Was vanquished by a new soul and belief.
    I am set now on a real quest to pray,
    When words for me will not lose their way,
    And I know once more how and what to say.
    For, of all the days that we have to give,
    There is only one way to really live.

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    VICTORE410 commented on A Quest To Pray

    11-15-2019

    A man Reborn

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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