Blessings fell as tiny droplets of rain, while I was praying this afternoon. For the many who never felt even a single droplet of a tiny blessing I offer from the many that fell on me.
enchanting psalms of the wind
when a shadow prostrates
and the sea weeps in submission
to heal an ailing prayer
Let one I help one you until there is no one, I or you
and our prayer is healed
2 comments:
Nice poem...
thank you
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