My prayer is what I do all day/
And think, and say/
I am a stream of dark and light/
With breath, I pay/
For suns bright ray/
And starry night.
My dreams are when in sleep I lay/
I fly away/
To find a string of visions bright/
In faith, I stay/
With hope I may/
See truth alight.
Wow.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant.
Not only a master at poetry, but a master at prose.
thanks Annie. Your sweetness is showing again :)
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