Can I Pray Real Quick

from Seven Says

Seven Says Lyfe Does Get Better

Dear whoever, I want to pray for me, my mom and my city. I pray that I will one day walk without assistance.That I can do shit on my own one day..you know gain back some independence. I pray for peace of mind. I pray that my back n shit don’t hurt when it rains. I pray I wasn’t in so much pain. I’m grateful for the little shit now..you know the stuff I took for granted before..like walking. Man, I felt like this body was straight stupid..gon give up on me while I’m young n using it, man I hated this body it was useless. But yo I gotta live with it now. I’m still Ny, it’s just that my body is down..but I pray every night..can you hear it..will my prayer ever be answered? it’s okay I probably needed 100 and only prayed 70, is it ite that…

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A Prayer for those Who Suffer

A prayer for those
who suffer

Lost on our streets

Lost to themselves,

A prayer for the stricken
and aggrieved

For the young in fear
of the future

For the old in dread
of the past

For victims silenced
by shame

For the angry whose
hearts are broken

For those who suffer most,

This is a prayer for you.

(c) Rob Goldstein 09/21/2016-2018

 



 This was first posted September 2016 as ‘A Prayer for Those who Grieve.’
I’ve revised the poem.

Save

Save

Mercy

From the Feathered Sleep

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Though we were afraid
We stood

Though we trembled

We reached

Though we feared falling

We let go

Though you are far

You caught me

Though you were struggling

You held on

Though we both felt we couldn’t

We did

And the light that bathed our rebirth

Was a mute white

And the song in our mouths

Was of gratitude

And my loved ones passed over

Clambored from their soil and Ash

As beautiful as children again

Clasping my empiness

They claimed me anew

Standing on the bridge

One side darkness and dusk

Extinguisher of all I was

The other side golden

You have been so missed they chorused

And at first I couldn’t bear the feeling

Surging in me like a hundred hands

But they held firm, did not let me run, did not excuse me

No death did not stop us

No life is not meant to be…

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Eggshells

from Beauty Beyond Bones

BeautyBeyondBones

Have you ever baked a cake with a toddler?

If you haven’t, well, let’s just say that it’s…an experience.

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A cute, photo-op filled, splatter-fest, that, if you’re lucky, results in a cake that’s barely holding on for dear life.

This happened today.

You see, we’re celebrating my now-four-year-old niece’s birthday tonight while we’re all up at our lake home in Wisconsin for the Fourth of July.

And so this afternoon, part of making today special for her was to bake her birthday cake together.

She loves cooking in the kitchen, especially when it involves something sweet, so needless to say, she was having a ball.

And if you know anything about almost-four year olds, they are very independent, and want to do things themselves. And baking this cake was no different.

I’ll tell you what, the Type A perfectionist in me was doing everything I could to not just grab…

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