Tagged: prayer

by the pacific

by the pacific
shore, we are balancing rocks,
one for each prayer or

wish or anticipation
or joy, dad carried them all
.
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reading between

reading between
the lines, under
God, there are worlds
of pagan wonder
erased, written over,
sandwiched, shelved,
waiting for a world
to take the challenge
.
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they sent you off so

they sent you off so
well, there is no room
for you to come
back. next to
crying, we still
laugh together best
.
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massaging your feet while reading
the program on your grandma’s
passing, i wonder if we are stitches
that have broken away from her
quilter’s prayer. maybe if there
were a map that could
collect the height of our
happiness and the depth
of our sorrow, it could also
vouch for the measure of our
spirits, the kindness
of our gestures,
verify that we are
unbroken, yet unfinished,
allowing us to discover
buoyancy
above her quilted
waters, like children
finally learning to swim
.
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