The prayers come
like flowing skeins of hope
landing on a morning dew-kiss
The prayers come
crash landing on
energetic waves of rage
The prayers come
with stories of love
and yearnings for tomorrow
The prayers come
with deep desperation
and the tightness of held breath
The prayers come
on the wind and water
and Gabriel’s trumpet
The prayers come
and weave around the legs
touch the arms
climb onto the lap
and are received into the heart
The prayers are heard
The prayers are felt
The prayers are answered.
I hear you.
I see you.
I love you.
I know.
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