A Thousand Prayers
Air changes when I pass into the chapel.
The heavy load I bear all week
lightens amidst the hushed voices
in concentrated prayer.
They gather together,
hope floating through the air
and clinging to the faith of others with them.
A thousand prayers
whispered, shouted, cried, unspoken
hang between us,
connecting us.
A comforting cloud of belief
that things will get better
that this is not the end
that I will not be crushed by trials
that, like our prayers, I will rise.
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