Emaciated as I look,
Fragile as I seem,
Weakness rents my body,
Bowed down, my head it is, out of thoughts,
Merely are my ears blocked, by the loud sound of silence,
Then, suddenly, it crosses my mind,
That today is the day, that the Lord has made,
We rejoice and be glad in it,
spontaneously, the reality strikes,
I see myself praying to Jesus,
But will it heal the pain,
Saint, I ain't
Why should I believe in the words,
Divided is my mentality,
My decision making is full of uncertainty,

TheLuoPoet-Poetically Speaking and Writing.