Late in the corner

I describe my environs bleakly

There is God for trusting with

And trust gone bitter who knows the God is within

just muster up courage and There be God in any wake of life

lead a prosperity driven life and behold there a passenger

on a journey to Bethlem, mocking the sparrows of freedom

he enters a corner of the room and behold there be prayers

On coming late in the corner I realize the scheme of ascetic

there is no purpose in living but the bodily affair if we could

curb desire and face the True God. God is coming to love.That is the desire

of a naive, but silence is frozen in prayers late in the corner I see my friend

beaming with the meaning of an ascetic. Nevertheless coming about love

Never pressing for prayer other than for God in His Handiwork.Amen

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