At The Prayer

the man sang
liberame, liberame
the guitar is mournful
and those who joined
the song
understands what is
grief all about

that His Thoughts are not
ours
He has all the reasons
we just don't understand
any word

and then the prayer ends
eyes begin to shed
community of tears.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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