Hurried Supplication
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1 min readJul 24, 2019
I light a match and touch
flame to wick
the scent of sulfur and smoke
twirling upwards
a prayer in and of itself
Eyes closed with bent knees
hands outstretched
touching invisible stars
beseeching
A breath, inhaled, exhaled
a mothers humility given in
whispered reverences
to my gods