Dawn

I wake and feel bewilderment once more

My sister, friend admirers where are they?

Who I am and what is this lite for?

Whose the knock upon the great front door ?

Are they of the mind that I should pay

I wake and feel bewilderment once more

What are the memories in my mind’s eye stored?

Is it good that humankind should pray?

Who are we and what is this life for ?

For those enslaved life is a painful chore.

Would we buy phones if we knew of their day?

I wake and feel bewilderment once more

Who in the West will hear the voice of prayer?

Who’s the hearts and spirits that will stir?

We look for God but cannot find the door

We must do the work ourselves while feeling torn

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