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if my prayers were pennies,
how many in the jar?
when will I have saved enough
to finally meet the bar?
shake the jar, and listen-
metallic, cheerful clink.
surely I am closer now-
or so I have to think.
//
if my prayers were raindrops,
how many ‘til the flood?
I never stop them falling,
but the answer’s clear as mud.
water’s meant to cleanse, soothe,
to usher clarity;
but all my cloud-sent prayers do
is further confuse me.
//
if my prayers were whispers
(and they often, always are),
can You even hear them?
or are You just to far?
do You hear me better
when I shout and scream and cry?
will my penny raindrop whispers
ever catch Your eye?
///
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Chloë J.
Probably not as funny as I think I am
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