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Pray

I am no saint

but I could try

To shape

your name

with my lips

To whisper divine

Sacraments to you

It’s not futile

To believe we come

From this one

inimitable force

that governs our souls

as long as we

can fathom

the intangible

we can mirror

the love in all things

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55 / F / Seattle

Published: Jan 8
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