A prayer saved for those
subject to the senseless,
the unexplained, the never
to be resolved pain
that will shape them
with every throbbing ache
in this flesh – a prayer pulled
from mountaintops
surviving storms.
A prayer saved for the living
left to grieve the unexplored
alone to find themselves –
yet never more
the same.
A prayer saved for tenderness
and strength, for love and faith
that will endure
in time.
Beautiful and heart felt.
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I love this 🙂
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Thanks DB, you’ve dug deeply. Written on my mother’s birthday in the year that she died.
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That makes it even more beautiful. A lovely piece.
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