The prayer

 

The moon is so ginger,

And nobody cares,

So, touched by an Angel,

I’m getting upstairs.

To feel the world’s beauty,

To hope and to pray

For sunrise and seaside,

For more pleasant way…

Uniting with God,

Undertaking the fate,

No matter you close up

Or pushing the gate…

The path one ignores

Discloses new one,

In working and trying.

The break has been done.

One’s cruelty makes me

To cherish my name,

To fight and to wonder,

To handle this game…

                   We didn’t create it,

Nor wanted to play,

But doing one’s duty

One just needs to pray…

          That moment will take us

To wonderful jam,

Where God’s hand this evening

Appearing for them…

Let’s pray for the people,

With no war or death,

Let’s be the white angels

Who walk on this Earth…

         To make and to wonder,

To be the brand one,

To hear the thunder,

To look at the sun…

         To pray for the strangers,

         For close ones and friends,

To whisper to angels…

And this never ends…

 

                                                                                        19/06/2022

Natalya Mykhayliv