my world

[cacian]

prayer,
lest you leave me frail
plunged in thy
sayers,
in the midst of
trials
errors and
torns,
hope my only plore,
day night I pray
even though i shy
nothing cometh my
way,
I shall bequit thou lord
holyness and soul,
in return for
the world,
where sense
is power
and knowledge is higher,
my mind is my
prayer
I shall resolve thy awe
and find my own self worth,
for I am therefore
my own book of prayer