Sometimes it feels, it really looks <br />as if you are unaware of my existence, <br />maybe busy with more pressing things <br />than me a simple human being <br /> <br />yet in the waking morning, the first light of day <br />(and I have not got to pray <br />to be aware of this) <br />it’s as if you are in the world around me, <br /> <br />not in a great serenity, but touching <br />even other smaller things <br />like bees and birds and blooming flowers, <br />sending rain showers at the appropriate time <br /> <br />and I do pray <br />please help me, <br />please guide and open the way <br />with each passing day. <br /> <br />[Reference: To The One Upstairs by Charles Simic.]<br /><br />Gert Strydom<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-lord-2-2/
