If we could all hear one another's prayers, God might be relieved of some of his burdens. ~Ashleigh Brilliant



Asian Sea


She felt thoughts that came to be
Relaxing by an Asian sea
As though another asked advise
Without a word, and yet concise

The question formed was not her own
For she sat by the shore alone
A wind's plea of inquirey
A haunting from an Asian sea

The mind plays tricks, as we well know
As thoughts unbidden come and go
Insistent question came by row
Upon the waves both high and low

A soul sat on another shore
And to the sea she did implore
She spoke the language of salt tears
As they splashed into waves come near

As there beside an Asian sea
A woman felt another's plea
For long ago she felt the same
Alone, afraid, and full of pain

Then in her heart, she said a prayer
For one in need, out there, somewhere
For there by spirit, hands were clutched
And comfort cloaked, without a touch

Pax
A
4/21/08

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