Loss Prayer Poems | Examples
These Loss Prayer poems are examples of Prayer poems about Loss. These are the best examples of Prayer Loss poems written by international poets.
Everyone grieves in their own way
that’s a fact not a belief…
Which means there is not date of completion
no timeline for our grief…
To all the thought and prayers
those who’ve suffered a loss might be receiving…
Today I’m grateful to add
this Native American Prayer of grieving:
I give you this one thought to keep
I am with you still…I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not think of me as gone…
I am with you still…in each new dawn.
Life is a flame on trembling thread,
A whisper held by breath and light,
Too oft ignored, too lightly said,
Yet blazing fierce through day and night.
We walk on glass with heavy feet,
Unknowing what we crush below —
A moment's joy, a heartbeat sweet,
A soul we'll never get to know.
The morning dew, the sparrow's flight,
The laughter shared beneath a tree —
There are the gems of sacred rite,
Not trinkets tossed so carelessly.
A child's first cry, a final sigh,
The silence that a loss can bring,
All speak in tongues that make hearts cry
And teach us why each life must sing.
Have you not wept for love once lost,
Or knelt when hope was all you had?
Then know how high the living cost,
And feel the weight of every bad.
Yet still we rush, we turn away,
Forget the gift in every face —
When all the stars beg us to stay
In reverence for this fragile grace.
So let us hold with open hands
Each breath, each soul, each fleeting chance,
And see in all the shifting sands
The miracle within the dance.
Worship the now, the sacred beat
Of pulsing blood and rising sun.
For life is short and oh-so-sweet —
Too rare to waste, too swift to shun.
I like to think that you were there
when muezzin trills called to prayer.
Calm stillness drifted in au clair,
my thoughts were pining on the air.
I like to think that you were there
as pastel-colored skies so rare
unfolded day's soft morning glare.
A comfort holding no compare.
I like to think that you were there
in uniform, so debonaire!
A dream of mine and yours to share.
We two were one, a single pair.
Desert winds shifted sandbars bare
with hateful, boastful, intense flare.
As I stand in hypnotic stare,
I like to think that you were there.
How long have you been alone
People used to gather around you
Helping each other
Praying to their God
But their God walked away
The doors were locked
And the windows were nailed shut
All of the people left
Finding other places to worship
You were left all alone
To sit in a field and watch the world pass by
At least until you become just debris
And then everything will be all over
© Poem – IV/II/MMXXV
LRET
I stumble each day,
Praying to a God I now barely believe in.
The years of turning to my faith
Diminished
In the eye of insurmountable pain,
A loss so great that it shook me to the ground.
Searching for the why
In your goodbye,
Feeling betrayed by the Great One,
Stealing my precious child in the wee hours of the night.
Struggling to find my footing,
Knowing deep down that He is bigger than life.
I lost my way,
The night you went His way.
Lord please, hearest now my prayer,
and set thine angelic wings around me,
so that I may no longer be dismayed,
that I may no longer be afraid.
But instead Lord, set my Spirit free,
that I shall rise with gracious glee,
transformed by his great goodness,
and made whole by his great power.
07/18/2024
The Lord is my master;
I shall not want.
He makes me plough a small
farmland;
He leads me beside as I sow to reap.
He restores my strength;
He leads me in the paths of
honesty
For His name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through
the valley of manipulation*,
I will fear no poverty;
For You are with me;
Your Discipline and Your Sacrifice, they comfort me.
You give me voice in the
presence of my enemies;
You bless me with resilience;
My gratitude remains ever.
Surely humbleness and content shall follow
me
All the breaths of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the
Lord
Forever.
* In farming we do manipulate by using fertilizers, insecticides, genetic modification, hoarding for better price & search ways to avoid heavy loss in investment.
Words slip through my hands;
life crumbles like wet sand, and
I, sit still, and sob.
My tender heart bleeds -
at injustice near and far,
that one can't carry.
We were to be, one
family of God, and yet -
we are cattle, caged.
When will the world see?
We are united through love,
that is Christ Jesus!
Why do we live blind,
when we each have eyes to see -
and ears to hear Him?
Lord may my weeping,
be a prayer unto you, God.
'Heal our broken hearts'
Make us a body -
of Christ again, pure and right -
unto you, always.
(A collection of Haikus)
03.08.2024
This is the news, a dream of peace,
an echo from the Middle East,
where children cannot understand,
the broken bones of broken lands,
their only hope, for war to cease.
Every imam, rabbi and priest,
can hear the loss for those deceased,
while leaders watch or wash stained hands,
this is the news.
Hope is a hostage for release,
a call for all the bombs to cease,
while children cannot understand,
the razor wire of war-torn lands,
and parents only dream of peace,
this is the news.
When time echoes the promise of a rambling soul, one who knows that the past never can be left, because it is there that solace leaves its caress, its breath ever rising in the presence of sorrow’s tangled web ~ quote by poet
She waits in silence, for the gentle winds,
Soft revelations of what might have been,
She remembers with feelings she rescinds.
She reflects on lost nights that did begin,
Soundless and still, like the sea of belief,
Soft revelations of what might have been,
Sometimes it feels she’s been left in her grief,
Sure to learn of what comes from night’s lonely,
Soundless and still, like the sea of belief,
Should she call friends or her one and only?
Soon, she recalls her beloved has passed,
Sure to learn of what comes from night’s lonely.
Swiftly, time reveals rambling that will last,
Sharing memoirs, she drifts from room to room,
Soon, she recalls her beloved has passed,
Sensitive, like dreams, her heart is all gloom,
She waits in silence, for the gentle winds,
Sharing memoirs, she drifts from room to room,
She remembers with feelings she rescinds.
11/4/2023
He slammed his heavy door, right in friendships’ face!
She cried heavy tears into a handkerchief of dainty, lilac lace.
The silver moon rose in the sky, she heard it whisper, with a cloudy sigh…..
“God did see that email, and your new, best friend is almost nigh.”
Serenity Prayer, by Reinhold Niebuhr
“God, grant me the serenity, to accept the things
I cannot change.
The courage to change the things I can, and the
wisdom to know the difference!”
Stinking deep thinking
Line lessons and car rolls
Ding dong bells
Easter in the air
Ink stars rainbow colours
Wonder woman painted in black
Hack the angels call Pilate and pirates Jesus
But a dice is cast
Plan A or plan B
Jesus thought
But he knew what to teach
To heal through the cross
We thought T was gross
But he taught T was no loss.
Stinking deep thinking
Line lessons and car rolls
Ding dong bells
Easter in the air
Ink stars rainbow colours
Wonder woman painted in black
Hack the angels call Pilate and pirates Jesus
But a dice is cast
Plan A or plan B
Jesus thought
But he knew what to teach
To heal through the cross
We thought T was gross
But he taught T was no loss.
At my leisure I strolled through post-college life
worked smart by day, partook of pleasure at night
One morning woke up on the back side of the hill
my dreams unattainable, attenuated my will
Never tested my mettle, never once even dared
stretch my arms out to Him, make my life over with prayer
I’m running away
to unearth consolation.
My knees - my bindle,
carried to the ground.
To unearth consolation,
I’ve traveled so far, so near.
Carried to the ground -
all my trepidation and loss.
I’ve traveled, so far, so near
to the presence of Christ.
All my trepidation and loss
laid down at the foot of the cross.
To the presence of Christ -
my knees. My bindle
laid down at the foot of the cross.
Yes! I'm running away.
8/9/2022
Modern non-rhyming Pantoum