Between Two Worlds Is Prayer
We walk this world with our feet in the dust,
Hearts full of cracks but a stubborn trust.
This state feels heavy, the nights feel long,
Yet something keeps whispering, hold on, stay strong.
We dream of a place where the heart is not torn,
Where love of the friends feels natural, born.
Not clouds or crowns or a heavenly view,
Just hearts stitched together, simple and true.
This world pulls inward, the ego’s demand,
The next pulls outward — take your friend’s hand.
Between the two states, no clever repair,
Only a cry rising up called prayer.
Not prayers of comfort, not prayers for ease,
But prayers to bend where the ego won’t please.
To see my brother as higher than me,
To beg for the strength just to let him be free.
If I fall today, let it be for the Ten,
If I rise tomorrow, let it lift them again.
No world to escape, no future to flee,
Just learning to love — that’s eternity.
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