Lunch
Day: June 15, 2022
My Book of Uncommon Prayers: Evanescent
As light as incense,
soft on the air was her life.
Fragrant, but in a moment gone–vital but fragile.
Evanescent.
To hold our moments as precious,
to not measure our eternal weight by our fractured souls,
is my broken prayer.
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