Sunday, January 13, 2013

Faith

I didn't cry
but couldn't keep
the lubrication in my eyes,
such precious water in a dry time,

when they prayed
for the children
that the world
will protect them

and all the
other people's children
passed with their teachers
along the aisle.

It felt I was a thread
in a great soft quilt,
like the one adorning
the gathering space.

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