There’s things you want to tell her
Maybe you someday will
Maybe you won’t ever, voice cracked, stand still
Broken by absence and time
You lost a bit of golden heart and gained kaleidoscopic mind
Let me be the stand in
I’m here, I’ll listen,
Let my steady presence be your provision
In a time of war, may you have peace,
Stars collide, release, release, release
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Faithful Fractals: Poetic Prayers 