Prayer
i.
I’ve been bowed, basking before a bright altar;
A new prayer performed.
“Let the rest of this year be something soft.”
A lamb amongst beds of blooms.
ii.
I am penning a new scripture for myself.
I’ve rested the book of matches, and began the book of pressed flowers.
Evergrowing and hungry
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I absolutely love this poem!