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
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