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My heart is heavy this week
contemplating all the chaos
my limbs are tired and weak
hot summer days carry on
sheltering in the cathedral of pines
I am a prayer waiting to be heard
seeking nature's sacred signs
how do I find cohesive words
I walk a narrow unmarked trail
communing with nature's wine
today, sunlight
seems rather frail
why is love so difficult to define
eyes follow me hiding in the trees
I am a hymn waiting to be sung
cupped hands I fall to my knees
words begin to touch my tongue
letting out a cry the tears fall
a cooling rain, drifting clouds
beside the evergreen, so small
the sparrow songs grow loud
peace in the cathedral of pines
I am a prayer waiting to be heard
scratching down these humbling lines
a poetic verse for the chorus of birds
I am a human unstrung, a hymn unsung
an invocation, a heartfelt invitation
clinging to hope, all cannot be sunk
standing on the path of contemplation
linking with earthweal
writing a prayer for hard times
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