18 September 2012
Who am I
I am I
Who are ye
Ye are ye
Now stand down
Bow thy head
A silent prayer
A divine wish
A positive charge
Enwrapped in silver
Soaring past the clouds
To the hands of His
Pulling it close
He listens to my plea
A small ask
I need to say
One single word
I'm on my knees
My head is to the ground
At the altar I kneel before
A rosary in one
A bible in the other
Tears of pain
Seep past my eyelids
I ask of one thing
I have made my sacrifice
Now I ask for yours
A single hand lifted
Cupped and waiting
I ask the for help
In my empty hand
Waiting and outstretched
A white dove appears
A olive branch in its beak
Dropping its gift in my hand
It soars back to the heavenly hand
My prayer answered
I return home
Made amends
Repented sins
At peace
With thy self and
Thy others
The gift of the olive branch
Which now sits on my dresser
Candles all around
Each lit every hour
A basket holds my gifts to you
In this rocking chair I sit
Every day I pray
All my thanks will never be enough
Answered • Opuss № I