Lost Prayers

Again I am here
among these lonely
tides of faith
roaring loudly
in my ears.

Lost voices
screaming warnings
in an antique tongue..
Sounds like trumpets
and birds.

Farther away
peace
is still alone,
in the deserts,
in the hills.

I ask the world why
it mocks Man;
it just smiled
sarcastically,
and whistled.

by Sandra Osborne

Comments (1)

Are you cranking these out as we speak, so to speak? Or are some old? They all feel fresh off the press and I like them H