8.3.2025
Let me not lose the quietude Given as a gift to me Or be affected by the rude Happenings the eye can see, Or the words that seem to be Unsettling to the soul in me. Let each day be one of praise Bless me through the sunlit days.
Poems 2025 (464)
Home
Disciples
Narad
Share your feedback. Help us improve. Or ask a question.