Amen
In adoration of the beauty in the little things surrounding us every day, I return to the once familiar. The prayer for others, that in another life, became ritual.
I see it because I’ve seen it. A flash of empty space where whispers are thunderous and the next step treacherous.
I have not prayed for ages, but tonight I prayed for you. I supplicated to the heavens on your behalf.
May you take that step. May you travel the path.
You will know when you arrive. Never void of purpose.
Amen.
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This is a beautiful poem. I love the lines.
Thank you,Shaun. I appreciate your comment.