A MAN WITHOUT A PRAYER

I am famished and tired 
My journey have drained my soul 
The hills has brought me to you
Taking refuge under your branches 

I look upon you for shelter 
I beg of you for a taste of kindness 
Your harvest is robust 
But your fruit cleave to your limbs 

I can see the face of death from afar 
The sun has hidden its face from mine eyes 
The waters of eternity 
Rushes to the shore of my soul
I am a man without a prayer 

I reach for you but your arms are folded 
I call out to you with my last whisper 
I would look upon you 
But darkness has seized sight
I am overtaken with grief and swallowed 
By the night.

Wilford Barker