As I kneel in time to pray,
I ask thee, Lord, to mend my ways.
And though I know to do my part
Change is often hard and tart.
To take and use the love ‘twas given
Repentance: the way out of prison.
Wisdom in my ways, I seek
I do so try to just be meek.
My heart is broken by love unfound
For passion’s best kept underground.
Thy tender mercy be on me,
I give my heart and should to thee.
Stay thou here and now nearby,
Even ’til the day I die.
In my heart you’ll always stay,
Forever, after my last day
Thy works have carried me all my way
And now I come to close of day.
About the Creator
The Fish Song
The room didn’t smell like disinfectants. Its fragrance seemed light and not overbearing. A soft mixture of lavender and mint permeated the space. No beeping machines or any tubes hooked up to four-year-old Kaleeka. Her cacao skin seemed to glow from the light over her head. The family, save for one and the doctors and nurses exited the room like a trail of saints showing their last vestiges of regard.
By Skyler Saunders6 days ago in Fiction
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