We whisper sweet prayers and benedictions under our breath
He is watching
As he always will
We wait for the powder
Lips cracked and splitting
Hair turning grey
Time passing
We see broken glass on the street
It takes a hundred breaths not to pick it up
We will crawl upon our knees
We haven't been to the quiet place for far too long
We remember the tiny slips of paper
The candles and cool water upon our forehead
The outside world seeps in through the windows
We marvel in the lights
Whisper sweet prayers and benedictions under our breath.
It is always good to sit in church and contemplate ones life isn't it? What a beautiful piece you have written today Jae.
ReplyDeleteIf this be our song, may we whisper louder and louder as we re-call the good and "marvel in the lights."
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagery in this piece, enjoyed.
ReplyDelete"We see broken glass on the street
ReplyDeleteIt takes a hundred breaths not to pick it up"
the futility of these lines is so stark against the whisper of prayers and benediction
Happy Wednesday Jae
much love...
I can hear th prayers, and feel the strength in not picking up the broken glass. "We havent been to the quiet place for far too long." How we all need that quiet place, in these times. I always love to read you, Jae.
ReplyDeleteIn spite of shadows and darkness it's wonderful to feel "We marvel in the lights / Whisper sweet prayers and benedictions under our breath."
ReplyDeleteSurely the whispered prayers will not go unanswered...
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I don't get to the quiet place enough either.
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