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ОглавлениеThe Prayer
Lord, I pray this ordinary moment
reaches up to you and talks as I do
about these streets that know how
longing is really a heaven day with
no screams, or weeping, or freezing
hearts, or agonizing dread to steer
us away from your gaze. I hold
my head in my hand waiting now
for your warming Sun to cast its
yellow light across the avenue
that smells of peeled oranges and
talks to us beneath a singing sky
with birds in flight you made. Lord,
save us in your memory like water
in your hand that never spills, include
