A LITTLE PRAYER
by justme

Can’t you hear it? Can’t you see?
Can’t you feel it, flying free?
It’s on your finger tips, it touches your face, its in your hands, it leaves no trace.
It is the missing on the tip of your tongue, it began its life before yours had ever begun.
It is the silent, the quiet in you.
It is the strongest, that thing they call true.
So take just a moment and close both your eyes.
And from the silent, Gods grace will arise.∞

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