In silent whispers, his hands embrace the sky,
A praying man, his heart an open sigh.
Love flows from each bend of his bowed head,
Perfection found in the words unsaid.
He seeks not grandeur, nor worldly acclaim,
But kindness, compassion, his enduring aim.
In every prayer, a melody of grace,
A soul ablaze with divinity's embrace.
With love as his guide, he weaves through life's art,
A symphony composed by his devoted heart.
In every plea, in each sacred plea,
Resides the essence of humanity.
As the sun departs in its daily flight,
He clasps my hand, enveloped in twilight's light,
Together we stand, in prayer's gentle sway,
Uniting souls as dusk embraces the day.
