The Perimeter of My Prayers
I have sung the praises of the Lord
I have ventured into belief—and out of belief
I have out prayed the deepest religious soul
I have listened to the saints from deep grief
I have walked by the pauper begging alms
and looked aside like a common thief
I have raised doubts and felt my sweaty palms
when distant sounds, unfamiliar voices
floated in the air like ancient psalms
uttered not to save or give redeeming choices
or to once again forgive my sinful soul
with melodic refrains while the heart rejoices
glorifying some inner heavenly chord
I have sung the praises of the Lord
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