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the evening shades are creeping

away as you sing morning prayer

expecting some great Spirit to drift

nearby with greetings. you lean to

whisper in the wind something about

being put a long way from fear in the

unknown coming day that threatens

frail bodies with workplace raids that

never leave foreigners in peace. your

troubled dust has been up in the early

morning for months holding tightly to

the hope that Angels would shortly come

and slip you a pass to basically live, take

you away from the shackles of evil States,

and allow your thoughts to breathe. you

will continue these morning prayers until

the long road you have taken North gives

you rest, the Bethlehem star is once again

in sight, and the world that hates your

company confesses the presence of a

divine-king in your brown Spanish

speaking face!