A Prayer

Six fathoms deep my mother lies

Yet I walk above, how my hearts cries!

O' Lord of the world, O' Master of the skies,

Thou hast all powers on who lives or dies.

Grant her paradise, grant her peace, O' Wise!

Grant her all love; Thy greatness who denies?

Six fathoms deep my mother lies

It's been one year - how my heart cries...

◄ Cry of a feminist

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poemagraphic

Mon 30th Dec 2019 20:27

Binte

I have just found you!
How you could have been here so long and for me not to have read this is or any of your poems is beyond me.

I am so glad to have found this poem Binte.

It is such a heartfelt piece from a year ago.
I pray that you feel the presence of your Mother's soul at rest with The Lord of Lords.

Po

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keith jeffries

Mon 22nd Apr 2019 17:00

A love filled cry from a grieving heart. A very special poem in the form of a plea.

Thank you for this

Keith

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