We pray . . .


We pray
in ritual mutters,
habitual urges and
sound-bite cravings
for forgiveness
     for mercy
          for a morsel
the merest crumb
of daily bread.

Our hope
stings parched lips,
bathed in salt tears
years trickle past
     lost trust
          lost loves
               lost dreams
the fading light
of dying reveries.

We yearn
and yet spurn,
the civil deeds and
quiet communion
     the hallmarks
          the symbols
               the guarantees
that petrified souls
can yet be free.
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