To seek the point in prayer.
Akin to movements in a tribal dance,
Faith is the platform to move and
Rise above what reason knows.
The instrument, the prayer,
And fervent hope are necessary,
Because He first willed it this way,
Woe to me to waste it now.
My well intentioned prayer,
Prayed in charity and purposely,
Is the interceding prayer, Willed,
To effect a change in you.
Gary Edward Geraci
- Author: Gary Edward Geraci ( Offline)
- Published: August 27th, 2022 08:36
- Comment from author about the poem: Drop to your knees now in prayer; no one needs to see it - no one needs to know. It becomes habit and one soon stops calling things ‘coincidences’.
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Comments1
Good write Gary. We supposed to pray 'in secret' anyway.
Amen, Orchidee!
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