A MAN MUST PRAY..
The meat in the pot may be much
And life may be so kind, it gives in
All her goodness to be in one's clutch;
Yea, The milk may overflow its basin
Yet still, A man must pray..
The wind of failure may storm out irate
Shaking violently the foundations
Of one's conscience and faith
Ushering in doubt and compunction
As it is, a man must pray...
The stock may be barren, and the field
Arid with prickly thorns and sand;
The farm may be fruitful with yield
And the rearing may overfill the land
All in all... A man must pray
© Pat Ashinze
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