June 14, 2016 at 8:27 am

I pray tirelessly and endlessly
For a day
For a rain
Then a sun
I work endlessly and tirelessly
All the day
In the pouring waters
And the scorching fire
A little slumber and shortcut rest
Yet thou seem far from me
Joy they bring my poor soul
How silent are my hidden treasures
For the deaf beggar call to my notice
And tells of my loud treasures
Yet my treasures are speechless in my head.