as a kid
i prayed
as a way 2 feel better
about myself
now i pray
how 2 give
all that i got
and give it all
away
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Tag Archives: prayer
hurricanes
hailed by two string guitars
evocative. we touched our scars we
looked to the stars what
when you hit shore? we prayed
we prayed
into the grid you tore and
the children swore god
damn they
swore
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how can i thank you for answering my prayers? i guess i already know. work hard do the best that i can and be true #katyamills
mile 10
they found the old locomotive stuck
ina dreary railyard
ten miles from country meadows
arranged some flowers in
her smoke stack rang her passenger
bell a couple times on a prayer
she might live again
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prayer
carries to god then
back down to
earth palms touch
marked by crescent lines
destiny moves in
and out of self
brokering wilderness
in a heavy
heart
mood.i
i spoke to you by phone long distance
before the call i was collected and after i was
hurt again
i believe
the space i made the contact
with god was what allowed
me to
survive underwater deep
breathing inside the
divide
only prayer
only prayer draws me up from this lacking, this demoralization. this devastation. only prayer can restore me and my faith in these times.
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i concede unto the hour
up and take the day
like the thirsty flower
i rise
open hearted
having bowed my head
to pray
rose quartz
you coulda been living in a car
you were and
who cared you disappeared off
the lips with a
prayer
rose quartz
the quality to express
you
a pale of having been purified
by trial
only accomplished in
those the world gave
away
fear and the medulla
Back in the desperate place the mind likes to take me, where the thoughts are all discouraging and fear walks unaccosted across the oblongata, tamping the vessels until blood pressure rises, I see that I am troubled and finally say a prayer, as my breathing heads for the shallows where the shore has disappeared…
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| from King’s ‘The Dead Zone |
what saved me, this time, was drawing the Dead Zone, the paperback, up to my face, my nose tucked in towards the spine, and closing my eyes and inhaling deeply the scent of the pulp, which transported me body and soul into a lovely forest, some forgotten place and time, from which this pulp was hewn.
the ides of march upon us, here is my wish…
may we overcome all our fear, live long and prosper
– KatYa, 2017
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