Our Mother, Who Art Beside Us [Poem]

Our Mother, Who Art Beside Us [Poem]

September 08, 2016

Our Mother, who art beside us,

thank you for knowing my name.

Kingdoms overcome, my will all undone:

unearth what remains of heaven.

Give me this day—

my daily bread.

And outlive my doubts, as I’m a shouter and coward.

Cradle me after temptation, and remain through each damned sequel.

For thine is the freedom,

each flower,

and all story,

Forever Endeavoring. Amen. 

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