I pray in domed
churches, pagodas & temples of God,
In those places
built in stone, brick & humble moist sod,
I pray in deep
forests, where oaks, God long ago planted,
Places where the
Ancients, in white hoods, once chanted.
I pray on green emerald
rivers, to where all waterfalls run,
In all those places,
where the fish hide away from the sun,
I pray upon crested
waves of seas & the salted wild oceans,
Within the mystical
place of Atlantis, that stirs old emotions.
I pray within dry
arid deserts, upon the shifting of sand dunes,
In those places, where
winds carry prayers away in their tunes,
I pray in places of
ice, snow & upon all the graves of dead trees,
The place where God
answers my prayers is deep only within me.
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