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On the Wings of Prayer

A spiritual light kept out of sight. Too quiet to be heard. The wings of love could not be spread. On this fearful little bird. Silently, the prayer was heard by only it's own ear. As hope was slowly washed away. By the pain within a tear. A meek request is this bird's best. To try and stop the rain. It's fearful faith has failed the test. As it slowly starts to wane. Where can you go when you don't know? How to connect with God. You feel so lost and powerless. That life just feels so odd. I'm asking for your prayer's my friend's. To get my message through. Until my Robyn flies again. I don't know what to do.

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 8/30/2014 8:55:00 AM

I would say the fact you are praying you know exactly what to do. God is big enough to fill the gap between our strength and his own. After all he says if we have the faith of a mustard seed we can move mountains. His strength is revealed through our weakness. He takes what is broken and provides wings to fly.

Robert Johnson
Date: 8/30/2014 9:24:00 AM

Faith and acceptance go hand in hand. In the end, that's what I understand.

Ilene Bauer

Date: 6/25/2014 8:05:00 PM

robert - i'm not at all a religious person, but my thoughts are with you at this time and i do hope that things turn out the way you want them to and that your loved one heals. your poem should bring lots of prayers and good wishes your way...

Jack Horne

Date: 6/25/2014 5:02:00 PM

what a beautiful but sad write, my friend