There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
There comes an hour when begging stops,
When the long interceding lips
Perceive their prayer is vain.
To such, if they should whisper
Of morning and the moor,
They bear no other errand,
And I, no other prayer.
Prayer is the little implement Through which men reach Where presence is denied them.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories