Weekend Worship Poem by William Blake Beckett

Weekend Worship



They bowed their heads,
to pray that day.

He closed his eyes;
his thoughts turned grey.

They wished for peace.
They praised the Lord.

He drew pictures,
since he was bored.

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William Blake Beckett

William Blake Beckett

Denver, Colorado, United States of America
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