(Photo by Dan Felstead of Wood and Pixels Narratives)HOLY GLOW OF PRAYERS
Sadness seeps into all the walls
Settling into creaks and crevices
Only to be freshly illuminated
By the holy glow of prayers
What wonder awaits us after death
Will we cease to exist
Or will heaven greet with open arms
To cuddle us close and deep
Sitting in the atmosphere
Of prophets young and old
Do you hear my whispered prayers
As the candles begin to glow
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