An Innocent Song

I lay me down
at the end of the day
and always before
I start to pray.
I do not think of
a formalized verse.
Because to me
that would be worse
than an inner talk
that honors all life,
an inner praise
that plays like a fife
an innocent song
for God.

poem by Edwina Reizer
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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