Their prayers go out

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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