HER PRAYER

The fingers of her hands

bridged out to me,

long on compassion,

strong with faith,

circling over the

mantel of my loss

like steel

forming foundations

through depths

of how I suffered

as she reaches

into my pain

with her

prayer.

 

 

 

 

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