I come to pray, but sit in silence.
I am listening for God to talk to me.
He whispers:
"Come, let go your heavy burdens.
Raise up your weary arms,
all the light and yearning they hold.
Into my hands, rest your hunger and hurt.
Believe all you seek is not beyond hope.
Trust it is not outside your being."
Miranda Claudius
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