When I say my prayers, the heart speaks to me
And enlightens me as to what to deliver.
Peace gushes through to my soul that is housed,
And success is the outcome of our strife.
The rate of loving is the rate of life and eternity,
But do not speculate or conjecture.
Houses of love and peace are kept in the cherished
Gardens lying beneath the feet of beauty.
When I say my prayers the world unites and beings
Bring a slave into the world of freedom.
Free is the slave of the Maker
Who decides as Judge and Adjudicator,
Free is the mind for peace to enter
And the heart has spoken its truth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem, well penned thanks for sharing