Can’t be wrong to offer up
A simple prayer of hopeful
thanks
To God or Grace or Mother
Earth
To anyone who has an ear.
Just to say a humble word,
To utter in subservience,
To know that there is
something
In a somewhere out there far
beyond
Makes me somehow something
more,
Lends a purpose, holds a key
To open up the darkened door,
To shine a light on mystery.
Logic serves its own desire
and
Reason drives us to disdain
While pundits offer soapbox
theory
In an effort to explain.
Believers need no explanation
As faith becomes a seventh
sense
Thankful for a guiding light,
Serene to know the
difference.
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