You're the Prayer Inside Me

In my lonely life without a wife
I buried myself in a world of misery
to be a hermit hiding from society,

far from the painful divorce
caused by her unfaithfulness
the day I found them in our bed,

naked and laughing at me the fool
to believe she ever really loved me
for better or worse, come what may.

In prayers, I tried to find my God
for him to tell me how or why
I should live or die without him.

He answered me with a clear call -
"There are no sorrows on earth
that heaven cannot heal,

for life is but a journey until death
and death is the gateway
when this earthly life is over,

free to see how pure
and beautiful it is over here
your final destiny if you believe."

Today I am healed,
not afraid to be alone
as I write this poem
that has set me free.