Swallows UsA Poem by JustPlainHere. . .Today prayer is a place that holds your voice until it can speak - palatoglossal arches over rows, over the pulpit, and its oration - hymnals pulled from pockets with a mouth that barely moves - mumbles, and tumble in the throat - the voice splitting. As the congregation leaves yesterday's prayers surge the candles in the draft between the rows of pews still sounding in their Ss with those who came between sermons - linger in the oratory, take our prayers into their breast. I can see them better than the ghosts of loved ones filling the pit of the entranceway, and I wonder if this is faith dying or coming to life, us with open hands, and pockets filled and fumbling with keepsakes to lay on the altar like loose threads unraveled from the heart, our mouths tired.
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Added on November 30, 2025Last Updated on November 30, 2025 AuthorJustPlainHereFLAboutPoets on life: “Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?” ― Elizabeth Bishop “Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.&rdqu.. more.. |

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