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Friday, September 10, 2021

Unheard: Lamentations: Prayers and Poetry


                Her city now debris
                rubbish flaps in the wind
                ash coats as a gray cloud
                stray animals follow
                odors thinking possible
                meal, jerk away from

                Cower once more.

                Can prayer pierce
                through garbage. Fall
                back broken, unheard.

                Filth sticks, barricades

Psalm 37:24: "Though we stumble we shall not fall headlong, for the Lord holds us by the hand."

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