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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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