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Prayer is a thought,                 a frisson,                  a song,                  a sob. Prayer can be all that one is, All that one aspires to be, It can be all that one has lost, The last thing that one has to give. True prayer is internal, Prayer is like a snowflake, Prayer is not printed Words on a page. Prayer is not always cathartic. Prayer is angry. Prayer is hopelessness. Prayer is more often than not A last resort born of desperation. Prayer uttered daily, commanded by a man, Is prayer stripped of meaning, desecrated, A holy word on a holy plane Made mundane.
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
School Prayer
Prayer is a thought,                 a frisson,                  a song,                  a sob. Prayer can be all that one is, All that one aspires to be, It can be all that one has lost, The last thing that one has to give. True prayer is internal, Prayer is like a snowflake, Prayer is not printed Words on a page. Prayer is not always cathartic. Prayer is angry. Prayer is hopelessness. Prayer is more often than not A last resort born of desperation. Prayer uttered daily, commanded by a man, Is prayer stripped of meaning, desecrated, A holy word on a holy plane Made mundane.
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
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