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A Prayer For Kindness (1st Violent Verse of October 2010)

~This, A Prayer For Kindness, is the first poem in 2010 for the month-long series of daily poems called Violent Verses, poetry for non-violent resolutions, domestic or otherwise.~

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Dearest justice, won’t you smile?
We’ve heard of your coming,
but need your breath within us now.
Now, before our faces turn from goodness,
forgo our account, our worship and love
and make a charade of your sun.

We’ve been looking for you,
for your sunrise in our cups,
entreating love’s gentle bloom to stand
with its silence, its softness beckoning,
asking that we open our steeled fist
that they might again become hands.

© 2010 by mark prime






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