A Prayer: As If Abraham

I pray that I,

a simple fool,

would sorrow

in eyes pool.

I don’t know,

Lord, I ask for

a guide a book,

an open door.

The dark finds

me shiver cold.

As my eyes are

weary and old.

I a Abraham

face sacrifice,

a Father’s duty,

a God that lies.

Yet I lord see I

am made in thou

image for I see,

how to cast out.

To remove rancor,

my Lord he appear.

For judge I am I a

god am I in here.

This room I fly,

here I exhort strife.

In my existence I’ve

needed this life.

To touch softly,

in a meadow azure

I must paint it a

life where I’m sure.

3 Comments Add yours

  1. daemontine says:

    At least U R listening…
    U R a good writer. Not yet in the fold. Unrecognized. But There.

    Liked by 1 person

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