A silent prayer
Thoughtfully applied
Yet condescending
In its attitude
Tearful in solitude
And full of pity
This sweet salvation
Attuned melancholy
Wistful in its keening
Yet serving purpose
On bended knee
Eyes turned inward
Like spinning plates
This delicate balance
Light across lips
Tender in supplication
To a supplicant god
Who cannot hear.
Sam
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