Poems

 

A short poem about Prayer

Once when I was in prayer

The words on my lips would not from,

For I cried all nights, like a child,

The only thing that spoke were my tears.

 

 

God is Love

I shan’t wish wish for lustful eyes,

Or wisrful hair, and perfumed scent,

My love is yonder, to the skies,

I kneel for prayer, that’s my ascent.

 

At night she asks me, "Is there a greater love than mine?"

"Yes", I replied.

Methought she’d have cried.

She understood.

 

 

 

These poems were written by a dear friend of mine