I sit alone,
and meditate.
I think of kin,
I dare to hate.
I think of things,
that I have done.
I think of people,
we live among.
I think of deeds,
that shame my soul.
I think of sins,
I can’t control.
But as I embrace,
my inner peace,
my true emotions,
begin to feast.
To God I pray,
with all regret,
and hope my sins,
I can forget.
In time of need,
He is my guide.
He is indeed,
the righteous side.
- Author: Saleh Ben Saleh (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: July 26th, 2024 09:15
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 97
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Comments5
Superb.
Thank you
Been there done that. This touches deeper than a ice pic to the heart and because of that I call it art
Than you for your lovely comment.
Beautiful write Saleh!
Touched me.
Thank you Mason
Nice. Well spoken.
Thank you Dan.
and be we thankful
Indeed.
Thank you.
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