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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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