She tells me:
“Dear one, don’t forget to pray.”
“Don’t let the searing difficulty
Of a day or a year or a lifetime
Make you say, “What lasting peace
Has it brought, to pray?””
“Don’t let our self-serving tendency,
Mine and yours and man’s,
Make you rage, “What lasting good
Has it wrought, to pray?””
“Your days here – this opportunity
To strive to add some good
In some way – are a gift.
Dear one, don’t forget to pray.”
This is a work of fiction.
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