I have been looking for other places to pray to the Creator.
I have prayed in churches, cathedrals, small chapels,
synagogues, mosques, palaces and castles,
also poor hovels, humble inns.
On the streets and roads,
walking or travelling,
I rise my voice and my thoughts,
knowing how much I bother Him.
Truly and unfortunately, most of what I asked
has not been carried out.
I believe that instead He has answered
to what I unconsciously really need,
just He perceives, nobody else, mainly me.
I must recognize this has been the best
for the run of my life.
To be coherent with so reconnaissance,
I intend to never more pray again,
I am putting myself entirely into His hands,
fearless and unreservedly accepting
He guides, leads, and acts for me forever.
This poem and all others at this blog, authored by Edilson Afonso Ferreira ©