Prayer for All Souls
Fill me with your
sacred fire.
I long to rise from
this moldering pyre,
but I'm trapped
under a dying sun.
Your love
is just beyond my reach,
and sight fails
as I falter,
and back
to basic earth
fall.
O, lift me
with your mighty hand
and once again
I'll live.
poem by Steven Federle
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