On this day in the year of our lord
The heart wants for nothing
The prayer house is empty
There are no deadlines tied to joy
No drowning that requires a bottle
The clock is a mere suggestion
And no one listens
The legal tender is a nod/ a handshake/ a smile/ a wink/ a hug
It pays for everything except salvation
No one is buying what has already been paid for
Instead, they nod/ shake hands/smile/ wink/ hug
No one uses the word ‘miracle’
Nothing is that hard to believe
Nothing is that out of reach.
Not today.
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