I read a line in the passing,
“no utters word is ours”
A prayer is a word sent upward.
While blessing, we scour.
We lift our hands In prayer,
The eyes well with tears,
To the powers resting there,
We open our fears.
Forever, we feel the need,
The constancy of reassurance.
In vulnerability, we plead.
To bless us with endurance.
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