Prayer Changes
I sit down to offer my prayers
open to a new page of Life,
my old pages with curled corners
binds in with its wear and tear rife.
Eyes closed I begin to pray
to ink a new lyric fresh and sweet,
off my mind goes astray
to a cry from an old sheet.
Routine pleas turns into a ritual
a repetitive run with no change,
the pages of Life echo like a manual
or a sheaf of papers, with no range.
Mist of the morning clears with shine,
Mental fog clears with thoughts fine;
No longer do I sit, ask and whine
In giving, I find my living shrine
feeling Joy, peace and love in this opus of mine.
22-Dec-2017
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier
MORNING RITUAL - Poetry Contest
Copyright © Sathya Babu | Year Posted 2017
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