Whisper a Prayer
Windows break as fog burst through, drawing
unanswered questions from aching hearts.
All that can be done is to whisper a prayer
through misty moments of luminous stillness.
Love’s spirit is not easy to see always being
poured out with a continuous flow to soothe.
Layered pieces of broken glass, splintered,
scattered across fields of glimmering green.
Words from the old bluesman ring true,
“He will be with you until the deal goes down.”
Death’s sting is final on earth; love rises beyond
what can be precieved, forever without end.
All that can be done is to whisper a prayer
through misty moments of luminous stillness.
unanswered questions from aching hearts.
All that can be done is to whisper a prayer
through misty moments of luminous stillness.
Love’s spirit is not easy to see always being
poured out with a continuous flow to soothe.
Layered pieces of broken glass, splintered,
scattered across fields of glimmering green.
Words from the old bluesman ring true,
“He will be with you until the deal goes down.”
Death’s sting is final on earth; love rises beyond
what can be precieved, forever without end.
All that can be done is to whisper a prayer
through misty moments of luminous stillness.
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