Go to your knees at the end of day
In some forgotten lonely place
Then join your hands in piety and pray
If you can find no other way
To fill your thirsty soul with grace
Go to your knees at the end of day
When hope has dimmed its final ray
And tears run thickly down your face
Then join your hands in piety and pray
Under skies where planets play
Beneath the empty gap of space
Go to your knees at the end of day
None will hear the words you say
Silent sounds can leave no trace
But join your hands in piety and pray
There’s no better wisdom to embrace
Of this or any other race
So go to your knees at the end of day
Then join your hands in piety and pray
About the Creator
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Comments (3)
This was absolutely beautiful and profound. Very motivating indeed. An excellent job done. Really loved this.
I pray every day so this is relatable to me. Nice work!
Wow! I Loved your poem. I especially loved the line 'Under skies where planets play Beneath the empty gap of space' 😮 Well done!!!