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August 5, 2016

Tired, wilted. I wasted my prayers.

For Christ lived, they say, and I’m hurried to go nowhere.

This is the world that we live in.

This is my cross to bear.

That we’ll never know if prayers reach the other side.

We’ll never know if we had ever gone noticed.

From → Poems

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