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the candles are burning in the

basement chapel of the church,

on altars in cheap apartments, in

the hands of junkies cooking

dope in the alley, and the dark

places in need of light. the voices

at prayer wonder whether the long

hours discussing things with God

are worth it, even when the most

sweetly crafted words remain on

lips for the long walks past all the

amen corners. the small group in

Emilia’s apartment declares vintage

lines, muses deeply within about how

a plate of rice and beans offers more

than promises of godlike rest, visits

from ministering Angels, and the

peace of Christ that never does seem

to come. what is going on in the Holy

Book they read that is so unaware of

their raucous screams? why are those

hallowed words so dull on the block?

they keep praying though convinced

by the mysteries of faith, the Almighty

hears!