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  • Caught in the Prayer Storm

    Caught in the Prayer Storm

    The hot night rain drenches me in sleep opening a bow to prayer amidst the lunatic birds swarming in the dark heat. Magnolias are split in dreams heavy with bolts and tears, flowing in the cascade of cracked mirrors. All is unmoored from my memory, surviving on communion. Dear Jesus am I not more profound…