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Sunday in Purple Silence
The earth feels different on these Sundays
Softened by footsteps seeking mercy
By whispered prayers that rise unseen
Curling like incense towards the sky
Clothed in the days of reflection
Stripping my soul of what was worn
And barefoot I walk where silence calls
Here in this violet-cloaked season
Where time feels hushed and holy
Peeling away the weight of the days
Sacrifice
Letting go, letting God
A surrender that births new life
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Oriana Lezama
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