You must have been hurt, God
When, while praying
I yawned
I am tired of this thought embedded in a prayer
Ever since i could see and hear
I remember being told
That day and night are at his mercy
And in his hands lie everything-
Pray to him!
Strange is this notion
This futile, one-sided dialogue with someone
Whose face is imagined
As is the proof of his existence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The existence of God is indisputable....he's not actually an imagination but reality in the hearts of them that believe.. God bless you