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1d
Where do our prayers go,
When we put breathΒ 
to our hopes and woes?
Do they float up to Heaven,
Or become a bereft flow,
never to be enlightened?

Asking faithfully so,
with lists full of prayers,
going back decades low.
Some answered joyfully,
but many more not, leaving me wondering...
I pray alone and with others. I pray for others as a loved one, a concerned citizen, and a chaplain, and yet I still wonder about the mystery.
Written by
Bekah Halle  43/F/Australia
(43/F/Australia)   
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