Evening prayers..

friction on the matchbox..
she strikes a match,
lights a lamp as she prays;
invoking the Almighty
to bless with happy days,
lead us to brighter ways;
give us strength to cope,
in bad luck, show us hope.

a match, a prayer, a light,
burns within, a will to fight.

Linked with Poetic Asides (Day 1, Matches).

(’12, Nov 01)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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