Finding Strength

I hear the clamorFrom behind the door.I hear the shouting,The racket, the roar. I long to silenceThe voices outside,And the strength inside meSays, “God will provide.” They fight and argue;They can’t get along;It’s like they’ve forgotten You,When You’ve been there all along. So tonight, I pray;Tonight, Yahweh.That all is still;My prayers, fufilled.

This poem is about: 
My community

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