Tiny Hymn.

A small lyrical piece.

I sit by the fire,

3 pink camping chairs,

2 blue,

one for me

and one for lovely you.

Are you living your prayers, the ones you prayed long ago?

And by living,

I’m not asking,

if they all came true,

I’m asking—

are you alive inside

the prayers that did and do?

Are you holding them

in the same way

you once begged

for them to be?

Is all of your attention

inside of it,

in the prayer

that you now touch

and see?—

Once,

a tender yearning,

repetitive words

deeply sighed

and now,

the very alive prayer

that you get

to live inside.

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Thank you for being here, truly.

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