ways to God

at five in the morning
the church bells sound
and she wakes up
dresses up and
there she goes with
her religious rites

at the same hour
when i am alone
i open my computer
scribble some words
to make some poems

whichever is the way to
God's heart
i do not know
i still have to figure out

perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
poems as prayers?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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