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Isabella Howard Dec 2020
The stars look crueler

As they watch you die

Beneath their light.


There are too many of them in the sky

With too much hate filling their eyes


They've seen hundreds of you before

They will see

Hundreds more


You think you deserve to be here

You've been praying quietly

These past few years.


You think you can hear them

Whispering about you

Above you

They knew you'd never make it

You know you don't belong


You know this mountain will be

Just as cold

Just as lonely

In two hundred years

As it is tonight

Finding warmth in a broken body

Found dead

By light


There are too many stars in the sky

With too much hate filling their eyes


They've seen hundreds of you before

They will see

Hundreds more


Did your family know you went terminal

When you booked that flight?

The way they held you as you said goodbye

You think they just might


You wish you could call home

With your last dying breath

And tell them you'll be gone

Someone finally chose your death


But that call will come

From an unknown number

From a voice too rough

Calling on a night

With too many stars

Filling up your sky


And from then on

Your sister wears a smile

That says she just wants to die
If each of your wildest dreams
Came suddenly true today
Would only your life improve?
Or others helped on their way?

If each of your fervent prayers
Came granted complete this hour
Would the entire world be blessed
If you had this praying power?

If each of your inmost thoughts
Formed full into worldly shape
Would everyone feel more joy
And out of despair escape?

Seek for the true prosperity
For you - for me - and for all
We are called to be as one
Let us work to heed this call
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My wife shared with me an idea and said, "Why don't you write a poem about this?"  So I did.  She heard it from a Pastor she was listening to online.  He said something like, "If every one of your prayers were suddenly answered, would it bless the whole world, or would it only bless you?"
So I elaborated a bit on the idea and put it to verse.
Khaniek Oct 2020
We can not win Lord.
“You” ask me to trust and hold on.
“You” ask me to forgive and love without question.
“You” ask me to give of myself more than I believe is there.
“You” ask these things of me, expecting me to bend willingly..
And I want to..
God, I don’t know how.
Annika H Sep 2020
I haven't prayed since that fateful day back in sixth grade
but lord knows for you
I would've knelt beside my bed
clasped my hands
and spoke to god
I would've asked him for a girl like you
with hair that calls for my fingers like the call to morning prayer
a laugh that wakes me better than a steeple ever could
a smile brighter than the pearly gates
eyes more beautiful than any stained glass window
a voice that sounds better than the loudest hymn
a mind that holds my own personal bible
and god would've sent me you
the angel he knew I needed
to make this place feel like heaven
Lane O Sep 2020
Black rosary beads
Holy prayers uttered to God
Penance for my sins
Maria Mitea Jun 2020
Everyone in the settlement
It is invited to hurry and take
One thousand visits at the temple,
The time for the invocation arrived.
Take care and not stumble or hesitate on your way,
I know you might have plans, errands,
and occupy yourself with mundane delights.

Everyone in the settlement
It is invited to hurry from gate to gate,
and from heart to heart as we all need light, and can’t afford any longer misfortune.

Hurry and see that
there is no supremacy
in terror, in blood, and in sickness.
In me, and in you, and in everyone,
There is only one source of creation.

Hurry and take Sendo-Mairi
One walking and praying a thousand times,
Thousands walking and praying one time,
Hurry and see how
One can be free in the temples of humankind,
Sendo-Mairi
Sendo-Mairi a Japanese ritual of praying in a form of one person walking thousand times at the temple and praying thousand times, or
thousand people walking at the temple and praying one time.
Lexi May 2020
Here's a little of what i see of society...


We continue in our loneliness, telling others how we hate it,
how much we want to change,
we cry every night praying to God that He will fill the emptiness inside of us;
bring someone along and take away out loneliness,
but DEEP DEEP inside our taunted we crave this so called loneliness,
this isolation we put ourselves in.  The waves of emotion hits us hard and with each they get STRONGER and STRONGER,
weakening our desperate bodies,
ripping our skin from off our backs.
We stand there.
Waiting for it to hit us, begging it to hit us harder.
To tare us apart.
This loneliness all will feel sometime on our line of string, will either be declined or welcomed with arms wide open.

We tell each other how much we despise of it, but yet we do not know the TRUTH.
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