An Orison

Oh my little birdie, fly high
High into that limitless sky
To well deliver my little plea
To the Above One, you see?
Who has turned a deaf ear
To our muddles, seem mere
Pray him, to heal the world
Of all that is to be transformed
Burning wrath to be effaced
Cold hostility to warm embrace

This post was written in response to What do you see #49. I thank Sadje for hosting this challenge. The challenge was to write a poem or a prose on the picture provided.

Thank you!

ยฉAashi D Parekh


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