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PRAYER AND HUMANS
One of the very infamous therapy or act that i employ when i get so drowned in thoughts that make me cry is pray. Prayer to many is illogical. They believe that it is useless to pray to a being that they think doesn’t exist. At this point, I would like to state that i am not trying to falter any belief.
Tell me what you think. I would like to know what you think about the words you see above, prayer and humans. Mind you, we do not limit our write to poetry. It maybe in any form you dim fit. Just be you! That’s all that i ask of you. Welcome to Daily Wisdom Words Picture Writing Exercise.
Pray
Little prayer so small
after all much ado
Finding paradise
oceans far & few
Across starry skies
as rain crosses below
Flying high above cross
songbird flight from snow
And when a prayer dies
heaven holds no cure
Nature calls it home
Of this it is sure
Say a prayer
Does humanity care
You lied to me
Humanity said you were there
I want the earth to burn
Our leaders never learn
They do everything rather late
Now we suffer the fate
Now say a prayer
God isn’t there
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Poem by Karl Womack
If I lost everything
all the things I touch
all the things I have
as long as prayer remains…
I have it all
hope in tomorrow
faith found in today
love lives in my heart
No human can take what’s mine
the endless gift of Joy
given to me every day
right here under God’s skies
Last line is sublime. I love it.
I think most people turn to prayer in time of need. Forgetting that prayer is needed even when we are blessed. The unanswered prayers we often think go unheard or unanswered may actually be blessings in decquise.
What you say is quite true. It should be something we all embrace not only when we are down but always.
I pray every day
maybe not the same way
you see I hear her in the trees
I hear her in my dreams
the wind whispers
and the sea screams.
For in everything is divinity
and the divinity is in me
the sand under your feet
the stones under your seat
all part of creator
all a part of me
so when I pray I sing
joyous songs of movement
endless wails of pain
pours out like snot on a fall day
I can not control the rage-full tears
when they come I embrace the fears
give in for a minute let it flow
then sing to creator and let it go.
So when I send thoughts and prayers
know a little spell has been sent there. -Amberdawn (CRG)
There are so many allusions in the poem and I would like to commend you for that singular ingenuity. Keep singing and keep writing.