I like how you pray.
You just stop
Wherever you are,
At any point in the battle,
And calmly pull
Heaven down around you
Like a cloak that
Becomes a fort.
The angels,
Your sentries,
Take their posts.
I pray too,
But on the run.
I can't seem to stop
And hunker down.
Alway breathless from
Another foray. My faith
Threadbare and flapping
Behind me as I
Zigzag through
Open country.
Francis Santaquilani
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