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A Prayer

If you speak to God, is it like singing? Like a cantor or priest, do we pronounce our praise in soulful cadences? Or, do we speak at all? There are wordless prayers prayed everday. Our hearts beat, souls throb, blood pulses with the prayer, "God, let me live one more day." In silence, in darkness, we sit and meditate, ruminate, contemplate feelings that no tongue could twist into sound. A picture is worth a thousand words, they say. A memory is worth a million. My silent prayer is worth the billion of years it took a creature to slog from the primordial soup and taste a tongue it does not need...

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You are reaching...

Hi Sarah,

You are reaching places that few travel to. The evidence is in your words, stay courageous and time would tell.

 

Warm Regards

 

Leslie