So Many Prayers Try Hard To Hide
I often smile between life’s lines
A place where peace and love combines
Into so many different lanes
Some call to me, yet none explains
Why when the candles burn down low
And when there is nowhere to go,
I still remember Summer days
In oh so many different ways.
I often walk in speckled shade
Before its silver highlights fade
Into a sort of parchment white
Diffused within night’s dusk drawn light,
And sometimes by the riverside
So many prayers try hard to hide
For prayers and dreams go hand in hand
Even when I misunderstand.
I often sing in written words
Of dancing streams and singing birds
And myriads of sparkling things
The imagery of life still brings,
Yet even when my words are clear
A part of me still draws you near,
Just whispers through a leafy glade
Bring me a world that you have made.
I often seem to pray much more
When light shines through your open door
And cascades through my heart and soul
Until at last it makes me whole,
And when my poem is written down
I dedicate it like a crown
That you can wear upon your throne
Illuminating how I’ve grown…
Keith Robson
01/06/2014
Copyright © Keith Robson | Year Posted 2014
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