Stairs Of
Prayers, one
After another
Built up
As whisperings,
The susurrus
To God’s ear
Being birds
whales
waves
Of living in
The littlest cells
Busy with the work
Of universes
In ascension
descension
As we climb
Slide on each other’s
Faith of flesh
Hoping for the answer,
Love, that is already
Everywhere
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