Prayer
I learned I couldn’t pray
but Love prays me
and if I will be still
I’ll feel her fill
me up
with sweet dark light until
the screeching legion fails
to capture my attention
fades to meaningless
and less
and sometimes blessed
emptiness
completion.
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