THE PEACE IN PRAYER

When a star appears the night's pride is shaken,
When the moon glistens its darkness is broken,
And so when I prostrate and thank my God,
Peace relieves me of everyday burden.

What to say of this time's men and women?
What to say of virtues that exist no more?
Why complain to anyone about how I feel,
When praying to God offers consolation.

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