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I pray to be
borne aloft by tomorrow’s wings
And guided
away from today’s malevolent selfishness,
From sights
perceived only for the now, with eagle eyes
From arms
that would comfort just my own,
And breasts
that would feed only my children.
I pray
deviation from a path leading predictably to nowhere,
Replete with
gorges that swallow a multitude of dreams
And a
fostered sun that scorches the soul black,
Wringing it
of love’s soothing moisture,
Whilst
wrenching from it kindness’s milk.
I pray the
resurrection of wondrous ideas long dead,
The
rekindling of noble thoughts wantonly extinguished,
That they
may yet again thrive incarnated
In Vessels that will sing the songs of giving,
And dance
the dance of receiving.
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