A Prayer Poem by Aiver Suing

With clasping arms
and fingers' crossed
My head I bowed
to the mighty cross
I began to utter this:

"I wish upon the skies azure
from heavenly hand
and almighty cure
That celestial stars
shall shine on you
and will blot your "scar"
with sprightly hue"

I grossly hope to help and brace you
To have the caring fondle that can heal too

And beg and wish to have the mighty power
That provides the heal in cascading hour