Poetry

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Small hurried moments
surrender precious heartbeats.
Shallow whispers walk,
where life words once danced.
Prayers muted by the rush,
give up in the flight of distance.
All is vanity, a mirror of pride.
until sacrificial love pours out
and retells a life story.
Time itself is stilled,
by a Holy pace.
Verbal sacraments,
once held close,
boldly lift and take wing.
Soul songs give breath
to supplications deep,
inhaling the depth of God’s love.

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