Your own inner voices,
inner struggles,
experience of lack of love
that affects you deeply
and make you hard-hearted
can lead you to
a ‘valley of lifeless bones'.
When the life seems bleak
and you don't feel
any kind of enthusiasm,
life drags on and on,
you reach the ‘valley of dry bones'.
Then you have to pray.
Step to the Holy Altar of God.
Kneel down in deep humility.
Raise your hands and heart.
and pray with love and hope
in your tearful eyes.
Inner voices of peace when the right thing is done! Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Death presents some dry bones really, gradually piles of bones make it, well penned, thanks for sharing the poem with us,10