My Prayers Poem by William Breland
My Prayers
As the sun goes down, and the day becomes night, we tuck in our loved ones, so gentle and tight. Then say our prayers, and give him praise, for all the children, he helped raise. And thank for the blessings, that you always give, forever in our hearts, you shall live. Stronger we grow, to meet your needs, in our life, you plant new seeds. As tough the times, we seek you first, because you show us your love, and quench our thirst. In this letter, i'd like to say, thank you for hearing me, when I pray.
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4/26/2024 6:05:00 PM # 1.0.0.1119
In this letter, / i'd like to say, thank you for hearing me, / when I pray. Just change its internal design of written expression. Rhyming very well. Prose form in poem making is very hard I think. Any way, the simplicity of writing such lines makes me astonished. So soft the human heart, just want to make the relation with the ultimate source of life with simply a prayer. So helpless the human being with all its pride falling false to face the origin of time and space. Well written simplicity just simply with lucid words. Thank you.10/10 Regrds, pranab