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.
These poems were written by a dear friend of mine