A world
A complicated web of stagnancy
It must be my fault.
Sometimes I forget to pray.
No matter how I weave my prayers
I do not ask, "Will it ever get better?"
A garble of syllables to be unraveled by the Great One
Syllables to match this web of life
It hurts me to see you hurt.
There will be a time for healing
and a time to rip tangled roots out of the ground and resent their lies.
But I forget to ask.
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