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Four thirty in the morning
   I am wide awake with no desire to sleep again.

Rising this early brings forth visions of a solitary kind
   and passing time in shaky, cloudy pictured rewind
   of nuns, brothers, priests in their self contained design.

They wash and dress in methodic morning prayer
   as the bell calls gently in the background bare
   to bow and kneel in a chapel hidden there.

Dark figures moving quietly together but alone
   with unheard voices, unseen faces down
   drawn in by some majestic unknown,
   that all embracing force seeking to be found.

The holy rituals replay 
   long before the sunrise of each day
   as the shadowed figures begin to pray.

What if no one ever said a prayer
   how would any one of us be heard?

Looking out upon this hidden world’s reality
   let us pray in unison for its destiny
   as dedicated supplicants upon our bended knees.
   
A life member and community participant
   within me lies that truth of  knowing life’s worth
   that God freely gave us at our birth.

I still pray
   though surely not as fervently as they
   but within is the desire living still
   to access my heart and souls free will.

 I long for simpler days, praying with them but apart
   that deeply desired prayer learned at an early start
   by inspirations from a teacher and  mother’s heart.

Dear God, here I am, I am here,
   surely you were awaiting my return
   helping me escape all doubt and fear
   steadily on my journey home.

In the name of the Father and the Son
   and the Holy Spirit
Amen.

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