
This poem I wrote within the first two minutes of waking up one morning. I still wonder if it was inspired by a dream I had, my dream recall wasn't up to par that day.
Rated: Fiction K - English - Hurt/Comfort/Spiritual - Words: 55 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 02-02-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3097840
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Unfold the Hands of Prayer
Patients in beds, thanking God.
Surgeons shake heads, nurses nod.
Fires are fought, churches sob.
Fighters in thought, valiant job.
You smile and you thank life for giving.
They sit by the bank, brave and forgiving.
They save and they suffer, heroes unnamed.
When faith had fell under, heroes remained.
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