Silent Screams

Poem By Dominic Windram

I go to church on Sunday
And reflect the week before
I pray to God for help
With what next week has in store

The beauty of my world
Makes me ponder many things
Early morning sunrise
God gives me yet again

The trials and tribulations
Of every single day
Aren’t more than I can handle
When I know God is here to stay

So Sundays are reflections
On the good and yes the bad
I thank my Lord every day
For the good life that I have!

Comments about Silent Screams

Swell reflections you have written, in this poem i would say 'Tis one way of giving thanks, to God on this day! Great read Marilyn! ! *10*! Friend Thad
Hi Marilyn. A wonderful reflection for a sunday and rhyming so well. thanks for a pleasant read. Kind Regards Dave T.


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