Of Prayers and Praises

Of Prayers and Praises

How goes the song of the season

Sung in part with ornamental grace?

Living souls, though cold for a reason,

Paired in fate by a closing race

Long gone are the ways of the weary

Strung by a motionless dreary

Long are the pathways seemingly coy

Filled with polished fields in ploy

Faced by hardships I bade, 

Drawn in the aura of a prism

Vast and forgone, pressured to fade

In love or basis of schism

Wonder I the banter of wickedness,

Though in Love there is life, in love there is hate

All seeking to conquer the smiles to bless,

Forgone the colors of sanity to abate.

Praises to adorn with beauty

All given to rule a calming duty

A hearty cheer, a mighty wave

Gifted by the brewing prayer to pave.

This poem focuses on modern cynicism that mark the harsh reality in the purpose of spirituality and godliness, lost to lucrative mediocrity.