Dearly Beloved,
Grace and Peace to you.
Their prayers go out
some to a God they know
some to a hope they have
some to no one
Their suffering their tears
their longing their silence
their not believing
is their prayer
Their prayers go out like rain
covering the earth
and we walk in it
and do not know
like the song of a bird
we do not see
and we wonder
what this deep aching is
like the smoke of incense
we try not to breathe it in
but it is our breath
we too breathe it out
like spiderwebs we walk through
we get off the elevator trailing them
they are the laying on of hands
we speak and they rumple our words
They walk around the house within
We hear the footsteps, the floor creak
Do we dare stand
by the window?
Their prayers go out
and haunt the earth
a gold thread
a line of tears
They are our prayers
if only we heard
if only we prayed
They are God’s prayers
Deep Blessings,
Pastor Steve
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