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Prayer

Prayer

When the rain has fallen for uncounted days and nights
continually pounding
the walls the roofs the cities and the graves
when it has cleansed the marble steps
of all iniquity
when it has started the springs of anguish
among the overpaid
when it has burst the rivers of regret
among the guilty
when it has awoken from their ageless slumber
the ravens of righteousness
let it lay off for an hour, let it lull.
Let it be silent in the seconds before
our impossible redemption
so that we can hear in the quick
of buds unfurling
the sound of innocence.

Prayer
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