Om A Praying Poem by Tammy Jean
Om A Praying
Will I ever aquire discernment?
Has it escape beyond my grasp?
Will I ever know your whispering?
... Or will it be a thing of the past?
I long to understand you,
In these days of misunderstood,
I know you're trying to reach me,
I'd be there if I could,
It's just not the right timing,
To hear what you are saying,
So I will keep my love a floating,
And keep my Om a praying.
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