For the prayer every day

The old and dead we weigh

The scales are never balanced

When consistency is a challenge

We don’t need a voice to go along

When the prayer is lifelong

Full of silence and good deeds 

And not cultivating new seeds

Prayer comes first, language next

What’s true doesn’t need a text

They are helpful as guides

If they don’t make us take sides

The prayer of the old and the new

Extoll virtues we must accrue

Being human is the first

For that, love will have to be nursed