Poem 207:

Prayers that flutter along

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Noticed only by the creator’s hand,
broken songs, like our prayers,
oft flutter along, seemingly unheard,
steps winding nowhere,
steps that wind without grace.

Without the morning sun,
a heart has no song, notes
playing without a melody,
broken promises and shuttered dreams
scattered upon prayers
that just flutter along.

Forgotten though they may be
a broken prayer will find its melody
in the creator’s warm embrace,
and in the mourning doves coo
find again its place
and yield to sunlit rays.

© 2015 by James Spruell All rights reserved

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