The Power of a Prayer
In the silence of the night, a whisper so pure, A soul reaching out, seeking solace, seeking cure. Through the veil of the unknown, a heart takes flight, In the realm of hope, with wings of light. A prayer, unspoken, yet felt in the air, A quiet plea, beyond what words can bear. In moments of despair, or joy so sweet, It’s where human and divine gently meet.

Let each sunrise bring hope anew,
And every dusk bring peace so true,
For in the rhythm of the land,
I feel the guidance of Your hand.

The earth and sky, the wind and rain,
The growth, the loss, the joy, the pain,
They teach me more than I could know,
Of life, of love, of how to grow.

And when my harvest is complete,
My journey ends, my soul replete,
I’ll lay my tools and rest my frame,
And thank You, Lord, in whispered name.

The Burden of Entitlement

Entitlement, a heavy weight we bear,
A subtle whisper, “I deserve, it’s fair.”
It creeps in slow, a quiet, selfish flame,
Turning gratitude into a hollow claim.

With hands outstretched, we demand the sky,
Forgetting to ask the reason why
The sun should shine, the rains should fall—
As if the world owes us it all.

We plant no seed, yet seek the bloom.

"A Perfect Last Moment"


In twilight’s embrace, we find our place, A perfect last moment, time slows its pace.
With whispers of wind and soft spoken sighs, We capture forever in our eyes.
The sun dips low, painting skies in gold, Hands intertwined, stories unfold.
No words are needed, hearts beat as one, In this fleeting second, our journey’s begun.
Laughter echoes, In the silence that memories have made. The world fades away, it's just you and me, In this perfect last moment, eternally free.

The pulse of life begins to slow,
The breathing soft, the heart below.
And in that space of deepest rest,
We sense the presence of death’s guest.
A fleeting visit, soft and brief,
But there is comfort in this grief.
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For in every heart, there's a place for regret, And in every soul, a chance to forget. But it’s through apologies, we find our way, To a brighter, more forgiving day.



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In the end, when all is said, When shadows fade away, It’s promises that forge the thread, That lights our darkest day.For in the quiet of the night, Or in the morning’s hue, It’s promises that hold us tight, And guide us ever through.So, cherish every promise made, In joy or solemn vow, For they’re the dreams that never fade, The whispers of the now.

And though his name may not resound, In history’s grand and endless tome, Within his family, he was crowned, The hero of their hearts, their home.
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Redemption

In shadows deep, I wandered long,
A path of loss, where light was gone.
But in the stillness, came a voice,
A call to rise, a second choice.

Through cracks of guilt, hope gently crept,
And healed the wounds that sorrow kept.
With every tear, the weight grew less,
In mercy's arms, I found my rest.

For in the fall, I learned to stand,
Redeemed by grace, not by my hand.
The chains of past now fade away,
A soul reborn to
walk the day.