Guess I forgot to pray;
that's not the cause
of my dismay.
The lonely part is waiting,
and all this midnight
annotating.
I don't like to admit
jumbled feelings
I acquit.
The poems hide my fears,
my sadness, doubts,
and acrid tears.
I pen this quiet prayer;
I know that it was
always there.
I hope that heaven hears.
I have not prayed
for many years.
But when these feelings fall
I think, perhaps
prayer can heal all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely Lovely Lovely
Thank you..........................................