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Threshold of Prayer

Something in tomorrow Will round the corner for me. I have prayed as sleep Tugged at the eyelids. The list of Father please Yielded to the List of Father thanks And Father come
And Father mine And Father Wow. Until you lovingly Touched the back of my head And stopped my words. “Enough Son” that touch had meant And I swam into another realm Of blues and greens And waving verdure. And small coloured fish Problem free. A “Son” knowing rock-bottom The journey is safe The morning has its new glow.