Innerdialects

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 here, I am,
without pause, till the stars 
come out: my God my God 
Imprint me on Your heart 
 


I been here from dawn's chilly warm- 
bitter sweet dark light: the News last night - 
Kids beaten in the street
by batons with nails, 


Yesterday's hole in my soul
 runs  breathless unable to say 
what's to be said,
but here like this - 


I gather my heart
as star ash 
stammering 
Lord, Imprint me on Yours:


..on Me & us all, 
(For our human heart messed,
 we messed You 
Sweet Lord Jesu);



we messed Your Love 
with Hate....remind me
of how You need this conversation,  
-how steep these Stakes. 


So here I am, till the stars 
come out: my God my God 
Imprint me, imprint me 
 on Yours' 
 

-for my heart lurks in the 
Purdah too thick to part.
My heart will not dare look past the dark 
...not on her own. 


So help me, gentle Jesu -
 even after the last star falls;
for it is my Gift to ask You :  
"Dear my Lord Bless my People, 


Remind Us of our Basic human skill: 
Our perfect human need, Our Sacred human right: 
-to talk, to talk, talk, talk, talk, 
to You, You God. "



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(After Reading the Book of Nehemiah) 

Daily writing prompt

What’s a skill you consider basic, that most people don’t actually know how to do?

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