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What are you waiting for?
The act of prayer
is a digression from our lives.
We cup the wind with hopes
To catch the eye of deity.
At ease as streets clear of life-
Darkness plays the best role of night.
And much like when I was a child,
I cupped the wind many times
Hoping to catch a glimpse of fireflies,
And I would reach my hands out for better
intentions that when they opened together,
I would see the light.
But much like my childhood days,
I would find my open hands
empty.
