POETRY
Silence in Prayers
An epitome, white with the old prayers sayings
An epitome, white with the old prayers sayings
Hold ones own shadows and saints,
a sacred heaven bestowed by God
In silence moments moment,
I behold a time where,
Held my hand through it all was God.
Brought on my spirit to a golden flower:
God bestow the rains that heavens cherish
My young soul rises high
Graceful as the dawn, the silver lining
Lisped in my voice, to the open air,
Shone on the world with each other end,
Light on the ground. I stood a moment,
God, I will meet you where I meet myself
In the crown of silence that the heavens bestow
Of a wayward mirth of a devotee gone berserk
The circle of life takes place
I will find myself, I believe,
beyond heaven, I find my way
Through trials forged in fire and flame,
Each scar I bear, a badge of name.
A testament to whispered prayers,
The shadows whisper they prowl, they tease,
But I rise high on trembling knees.
The journey winds every storm,
Crafting paths where strength is sown
For trials rise like mountains tall,
But every stumble makes me sprawl,
And every bruise will tell my tale,
Of how I stood With eyes aflame
In the stillness where echoes drown,
White with the old prayers sayings
Hold one's own shadows and saints
Leaving in silence moments moment
Before I behold a time where
Held my hand through it all was God
Recovering a sacred connection
My heart’s a drum that beats with pride —
No shackles strong, no bitter fear,
Only An epitome of God takes home
Only an epitome of God takes home.
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