Thousand of restless prayers in my palm of hand
afraid not to be reached by Your lap
cause I still have a question in my heart:
“Is God there above?”
But I still spread it around
as a holy rain from my inner heart
flying up to the cloud going to Your place
may the seed is grown
and You want to take it
while my hand
trying to greet sincerely
by a little hope I have
PiS August 2011
Photo By Jemek Supardi
