Grains are worn smooth

By the thousands of hands

Folded in prayer

Seeking mercy

The air is perfumed

Comfort and sage

From the censer

Swung in a benediction

Waters run holy

Bringing healing

And miracles

All of it unexplained

While faith returns home

Finding new sacred space

Carving out holiness

Bringing us to our knees – Caroline A. Slee


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