Sunday Prayer
I poured out my worries to the Lord,
I brought my aches to His altar,
Redemption feels like a long walk,
The fountain of supply is beyond view,
I need stars in my recalcitrant sky,
I long for a lush meadow,
Tears mingled with my prayers.
December 30, 2025.
Nette Onclaud,
Wonder of Soul's Expression Poetry Contest.
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