I Stand,

I Kneel,

I Pray,



Is NO one listening?


I taste just a drop on my tongue,

 what is prayed for,

Yet It leaves my presence,

Quickly as It appeared!


Is NO one listening?


Passing the scent of Love,

Found within the depths of My Woods,

The splash of the Sea on My face,

The twist of the corner of a Cloud before Me.


Is NO one listening?


I Seek,

Yet I stand alone!


No One is Listening.


No longer to kneel,

No longer to Pray


I live.

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