what to think of
i do not know any-more
the sun stricken face of mine
is still gazing on the moon and its shadow.
counting the hours every day and every moment
prayers in my heart for my tongue can never bear
the chanting of your presence and
my hal as I'm.
SO, I keep moving on
dragging myself day in day out
yet tired and impatient am I growing
looking for peace in everything that is coming to be.
To find meaning I must hang on
to faith and my Lord
seeking respite as I call unto His name,
Ya Sabbar I implore-
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