Below here is a prayer I wrote under inspiration. My heart yearns to express empathy for the sick.
To our loving God, I am over the ledge of terror.
Please help our soul over the
Ocean.
Evil is daunting on my nearest hour.
Drained – Calling
Ravens shake the howl of the
Sea.
Life oh,
Ploy my sorrow
On the river of everflowing marshes
I weep for she, lost.
Red bucket rests on
Howling Earth
You may use this prayer all you want. Someday you will find me. I have a friend name Elizabeth who taught me some poetry. Although she is not sick, she often attends a secretive church. Aside from my friend Elizabeth, there is also Edward who works for the millitary. In case if you need their contact information, I am willing to give their names to you. They are not really new to this forum, and they wish not only to be private but also not interfere with religion. Good luck. From James.
