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Wednesday, May 26, 2004

A Form of Prayer

This has to come from somewhere
deeper than me:
Over a solitary lunch of canned sausage
and crackers,
agonizing over the lack
of time and the glut
of work,
I think of the sky outside,
enduring things,
always beyond my grasp
a coat of love
sustains me,
reminds me
that I am
and that I am
blessed.

1 comment:

ViVAgLAm! said...

Can't believe you can turn an unhealthy meal into soulfood. Magic. Pure magic.

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