Dear Lord,
This place with many,
Neither happy, loved or free,
Away from here,
Won’t You please take me!
I’m tired of the pain that surrounds,
Dear Lord, why must this be?
When I long for sunny faces,
Of singers crooning,
Children laughing,
Lover’s swooning,
People dancing,
Flowers blooming,
Poet’s minds wandering,
Senior citizens meandering,
Economy booming,
No need for pandering,
Starlight flickering,
Fiddlers fiddling,
No more bickering!
Days of joy,
For future generations,
This poet’s letter is
My pagsamo.
Love, me.
-Gilda Patricia
Written for Word High July-30 Beautiful Filipino Words
Challenge set by A Reading Writer’s blog, and Doodles and Scribbles
Word of the day, Day 9-pagsamo (n.) The act of pleading
https://areadingwritr.wordpress.com/2016/06/30/word-high-july-welcome/
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Oh my goodness–this prayers just takes me away….phenomenal! (and it’s my prayer too 🙂 )
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Thanks! So glad you liked.
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oh dear Gilda, this is so raw so honest so real. it resonates with everyone, I think. ❤
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Glad to touch even one heart, so thanks! And thanks again for the Filipino word challenge. So inspiring!
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yay! that is such a treat to hear, Gilda! It is an honor to receive such comment. ❤
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Your prayer is universal and so is its appeal.
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I hoped so! Thanks.☺️
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Oh my, Gilda.. This poem, this prayer is beyond beautiful. I feel you heart and I pray for the sane things too. Thanks for making my day. ☺️❤️
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