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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