Remembering Prayer

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There will be a time when God leaves you.

Maybe summer. Maybe winter.

The last thing he will say:

Keep searching.  Keep finding.

Seek me in the trash, the womb

lungs and heart.

He will leave you agape and stirring,

just a memory prayer

to say as the sun rises

and you wonder whether

winter or summer

has the holiest months.