Looking back now I realize that I was being somewhat
disingenuous when I offered to pray for those who were facing very difficult
circumstances. What I never knew until
now was the painful grind of the abnormally abnormal new normal. The leaving, the needles, the vast array of
new numbers each meaning real meaning, the words that are invented for real
danger, bitterness and sorrow, joy upon Joy, food at all hours, and praying in
a cage you can’t pray yourselves out of;
…when everyday lived is one you don’t have to live through again
and everyday lived is one you were alive.
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