Hear me, Father,
forming petitions rising up to the heavens,
carried on evaporated tears.
We are in need of Your help.
Hear the laments of those broken,
by whatever measure they are fractured;
I lift them in prayer.
For those I know and love,
and those whom I shall never meet;
embrace them, this day.
For those, worn from war and
those who will not be fed,
may my prayer extend beyond words,
and may I find a way to help
even one of Your people, this day.
You are the God of my Fathers,
and my Mothers.
You are the constant Spirit
known collectively upon this planet.
Know those who seek You
and let them in.
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