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Lent Prayer 34

quiet. night. silence

moving about while

our minds weave in

and out, dreaming

our ways into tastes

of something we

cannot express.

you come to us in

dreams.

of wheat stalks, of

angels and ladders

to heaven, of fat and

thin cows, and blankets

filled with forbidden

foods descending

while voices tell us

to take and eat,

to take the child and

flee,

to take heart.

come to the windows

of our dreams again

now where night opens

the portals and we

resist no more

your movings in

our soul.

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