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 (2)

The clarity of the situation you're discussing is excellent, and the use of repetition is also used well, but the third stanza sets the balance of the poem off. Perhaps you would like to add another line?
wow this poem sends me chills! I love it. Very powerful effect. Kissing sometimes tells you everything you need to know about a person