Of Prayer Now

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After cocooning
myself in my comforter
before sleep comes,

I lay with my eyes open
in the dark. I conjure them all, one
by one, finding again

their magnanimous, smiling faces—
my queue of beloveds,
returned. This

is the way of prayer now—
to remember Love in all
its past and present forms.

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