Monthly Archives: February 2017

How different prayers of then with prayers of now.



From house to

another house,

I come asking

for the best

of homes.

The thought

of leaving 

You behind

in this world,

pains me.

So, I pray 

to meet You

in the next. 

Tired of being tired,

I hadn’t noticed

until I stopped. 

Far off shallow waters,

further banks of sand.

No fear of tempest storms,

we go in search of land.


A poem by Z.H aged 7.

Shaped words for the voice I know as my own. 

Quiet is not silent,

and paths were not

crossed vaguely.