everyday
an open hymnal
on the knee
bend instead
kneel poems
prayer
simply stated
moves vision
down
to a broken world
to gently push a dream forward
to watch it take wing or land
or fall
some
obscure world
unreached
there
tent pegs
will not
hold
one returns
mind pegs
loosened
edges
too worn
to prevent
or care
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem