Our local church
Had been filled with candlelight
The carpets cleaned; flowers arranged
The Madonna’s tears flowing
Kneeling at the altar,
trying to remember how to pray
Hard, when the wheels have come off your life
Is it the divine, trying to touch the living?
As I left the church, I felt the land shift
Somehow a line had been broken
I was down on my knees
I now know it is never too late
To remember a good prayer…
© Anita Dawes 2021
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You are so right, Anita, no matter what form that takes. Beautiful!
Thank you, Jan…
In my advancing years, I have taken to trying prayer first. Excellent poem, Anita
Not just because of our advancing years, John… and thank you!
So true! Keep strong, and have a nice day! xx Michael
You too, my friend…
Beautiful. I love that line: “Hard, when the wheels have come off your life,” I think there are times when many feel that way.
Thank you, Diana…
Prayer is important, and it is never too late.
Thank you! 💕
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