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Sunday, December 20, 2015

my prayer.

I say your name as prayer

daily and with conviction.


You roll over me 

as water over stone.


Rounding my edges 

 that they may catch the light.


Completely you do this 

Cleanly and without thought.


I will not. 

ask... why...


Why does the rain fall?

Why does the sun shine?


Why does the caterpillar crawl?

Why is the sand fine?


These things are natural.

Beyond the land of word.


And so I pray

daily and with conviction.


 Your name floating

 like smoke in air


 dissolving into nothingness

and yet everything. 




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