A Lost Prayer Poem by Sandra Osborne
A Lost Prayer
Again
I am here
among these lonely
tides of faith
roaring loudly
in my ears.
Lost voices
screaming warnings
in an antique tongue.
Sounds like trumpets
and birds.
Farther away
peace is still alone,
in the forests,
in the hills.
I ask
the world why
it mocks man.
It just smiles
sarcastically,
and whistles.
This has so much spiritual depth. It is a very clever piece.I Love it. (((Hugs)))
Another great poeem fromy ou dear friend. I have missed you heaps
This poem is great. And I don't mean 'great', in the sense that your favorite restaurant is great. I mean 'great' in the sense that Abraham Lincoln was great. And I don't just say that because I love you. I've read a gazillion of your poems, and loved most of them. But this one...this one is great.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I liked the intriguing twist that you put on the ending