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prayer for the lost

Posted to Poetry

within the mist of a foggy morning
when quiet blankets of wet appear
birds hush down as slugs are crawling
slow, cool drips are all you hear

before the world awakes to clagging
machines gear up and the day begins
a silent moment full of longing
wipes spirits clean of nagging sin

slight fragrances of the hearts perfume
a wisp of friendship, the joy of touch
is magnified in all its glory
the evenings wrong won't matter much
in a place where the potent scent of life appears

thank the earth for what it gives us
hug the child for the air they breathe
when all is lost, there is always a flicker
of humanity evil can not deceive