A Prayer
by Mainecoon

Is Man a storm of lightening, each one's soul a flash of fire?
Does each life strike and scorch the Earth with its own funeral pyre?
We weave a web of terror with a beauty all our own;
Ambitious clouds may kill Your seed before it's fully grown,
and yet the seed is sown...

Or is the glowing aura a reflection of the space
Beyond our world which may be mere delusions of our race?
You send no clouds, nor dim the stars with Rain to clear our eyes:
The Beauty and the Truth are lost in fabricated lies
as we yearn for the skies.

But no -- I can't believe that we are shadows ruled by Fate!
In stormy seas we flounder, but Your Love for us is great.
I hear Your booming thunder, and I answer when You call.
In misty dew or tempest, I shall ride Your waves through all,
and I shall never fall.

...end...