I wandered through the afternoon
sifting through debris
kicking at stones
into evening, when I sulked
and moped my way toward bedtime
and prayer, entering my mind
the idea, the thought
that I could talk to you Lord
that you would listen, and hear
faded all of that to barely a whisper
that I flicked aside

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