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A Prayer 4 Desperate Hearts

Photo: Masquerade by permission from LifeThruBlueEyes by Diana Lee @Diana605

When you dream
I dream with you
When you cry
my soul cries too
I wish I could
make you see
how things will be
when you make it through
When love fails you
let it rest
When you fail love
you tried your best
When your whole experience
is in another's hands
When you're tied to things
you didn't plan
When you cant eat
and pay your rent
You did your job
but moneys sent
to duty
to culture
to that failing love
In moments when
you've had enough
I pray that you
would just hang on
and begin again
before too long
but understand
how you arrived
where you go next
you must decide



  1. Such sweet, poetic encouragement! Thanks :)

  2. An eloquently stated prayer of hope. I'm honored that you chose another of my photos to sit along side it. Thank you Theron.

  3. always a decision waiting...very nice...bkm

  4. I like that one. Hope you are not suffering yourself. Good flow.
    Tiger Windwalker

  5. A nice reminder of hope.

  6. nice. in the midst of all there is still hope...nice uplifting message..

  7. "When you dream
    I dream with you.
    When you cry
    my soul cries too."

    What a beautiful evocation of love. In the face of such, how could there not be hope? But the failure of love can certainly rattle, can make all uncertain...Beautiful work.

  8. Another gorgeous sadness tinged piece from you Theron. You write so wonderfully. Kudos my friend

  9. You've some excellent four-line structures throughout, addressing dreams and failure in particular. What I like best is a part that seems to diverge slightly from the structure...
    "You did your job
    but money's sent,
    to duty,
    to culture,
    to that failing love."
    Well-expressed and adds a layer of structural texture to the overall poem.

  10. Hi Theron

    "Where you go next you must decide.." Beautiful.
    I enjoyed it very much...

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    Twitter @VerseEveryDay

  11. realize i'm a little late in finding this ... but it's beautiful and encouraging... and i thank you for sharing.

  12. hey this fit perfectly theron...nice.

  13. Beautiful poem of support. Like a big, warm hug with words.

  14. so good to have people who laugh and cry with us and i second lolamouse, your poem feels like a warm hug with words

  15. life isn't something we give up on!

  16. wow that poem is amazing thanx for that


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