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The Pastoral Prayer



He kneels at the front,
approaching the throne of God.

The music hums softly
while babies coo,
parents murmur softly
and toddlers anti-whisper.

She rests her warm head
against the side of my arm.
Giggles escape as she tears
the legs off another elephant.

I raise my sticker-covered hands.
You are the Author of beauty.
Forgive my weakness.
Gracias for another day.
Help me to get through it. 

One breath to pray - 
that's all I have.

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