Poetry as Prayer

I walk the road slowly that day,

taking in the scenery of trees and birds going by,

my eyes concentrated first on the ground,

then to the above sky,

no matter where i stand or sit,

my mind is unraveling the questions inside,

unsure of what you ask of me,

instead i run behind these trees and hide,

i am the deepest mind to come upon Lord,

for even i do not know what is in my head,

sometimes i wonder in the future,

will i still be unraveling after im dead,

is this the discovery phase of life,

where i supposedly find myself?

or am i packaging myself nicely,

to fit on society’s wooden shelf?

Lord please watch over me,

and take these words as my prayers,

fill my heart with answers,

and something to gaze at in my stares…

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