I pray in hollow tradition… Our father who art in Heaven…
The words fall from my lips, meaningless to my heart. A prayer as easily remembered as a lovers smile
And just as often taken for granted!
Why have you forsaken me?
Is this my question to god?
Or is this Gods question to me?
Hallowed be they name?
Often praised. More often cursed.
Responsible for peace, blamed for war
God
Are you there?
Have you forgotten us?
Or have we forgotten you.
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