Do we know what we commit when we pray?
I’m uncertain

Questions, I know I need
After asking for comfort from the One who commands the stars and could right-well hand them to me
Am I earnest enough?
Am I faith-filled?

Is this ignorance or freedom?
What says my soul?

but one

Everything was white

And there were almost too many flowers

The distance from there to there finally closed

It was daylight

Not that anyone would remember

And for once, nobody looked away