There Are Times That I Pray (Italian Sonnet)

There are times that I pray
for those that I love and know
and sometimes the words just flow
and at other times I have got nothing to say

and on every single day
God does His goodwill bestow
and with compassion my words do sometimes glow
or they are swept away

like leaves blown in the wind
and sometimes some thoughts do remain
when some problems to me are too much
but before I know it I do find
happiness instead of pain
when God do lives silently touch.

by Gert Strydom

Comments (146)

50 Cent! ! ! Thanks for your commet on my poem. Stay blessed always.
With the muse of the cluster of a phobia into my maturity; at this point the slug whistled thru my soft cranium. by the end of the poem my muddle brain has shattered. head cleaning! i grew up in a tiny farm town a few years after ww2.50% of the town adults were ukrainian, the rest german. in their maturity they celebrated the canada moose!
50 Cents What a poem! And I've no more to say.
Broad but very beautiful poem dear poet....thanks
Getto life! ! Hustle and bustle! Growing up. Thanks for your commet on my poem. 😀 Stay blessed always.
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