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(sending prayers)

A poem went out

Sent out with the wind

Wind of technology

that I don’t understand

No more than I understand

The weather that blows in

Unplanned, unpredicted

Yet arrives with effects

Effects changing lives

In mysterious

In unmeasurable ways

In ways I don’t understand

A poem went out

Sent out with the wind

Wind of technology

Yet as if I had any control

Of where it goes…

As I write poetry as a prayer

Sending it with intention

To find the hearts that need

If only just my heart that needs

As I write poetry as a prayer

It’s already sent out

Already gone with the wind

Swirling in the collective

consciousness with effects

Effects changing lives

In mysterious

In unmeasurable ways

In ways I don’t understand

All the more poems then

I will write for more

more love,

more joy,

more peace