Oh silent spirit, the weak among us are still dancing,
The broken slaves of a world in trouble are still smiling,
The prisoners of wealth are still jumping into cool waters.
Oh silent spirit, the poor mothers who failed are still sorry,
The women who cannot breathe are still saddened,
And the hungry are still hiding in small shelters.
Oh silent spirit , half this world is starving to death,
They rely on a climate that is against them.
The other half is dying of the greater sin of excess.
Oh silent spirit, who closes the eyes of little children,
Who lets fall the desperate who call on you,
Are you really there at all.
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David Wakeling (
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An earnest plea that groans together with nature itself🕊🙏🏻
Yes indeed.Thanks for your insight.Much appreciated
A pleasure 🙏🏻🕊
An poetic prayer to what is out there. From a human understanding that does not understand the purpose of a universe that created it. How often as a child did I wish for what was not good for me and cry at my wish not being granted. A lovely poem with a caring heart asking for understanding in what appears to be an unfair world. Most lovely David
Thank you so much.I think it is a common prayer of a lot of people.Always appreciate your insight
A tender write asking where is the care and love in this unfair, unequal, brutal world we currently live in, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much for commenting
You are very welcome
very good write, enjoyed
Thank you
welcome
Excellent write David
Indeed if you are there silent spirit inform those whom can help to help those who are in trouble.
Andy
Yes that is a great idea. thanks for you input
I often wonder that myself. Beautiful and truthful write.
Thank you for commenting. Much appreciated
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