Their prayers go out

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

Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light

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