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Jesus falls a third time
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station 9: final fall
Hear our prayers
For all who find themselves on the ground once again.
Bruised and battered
and almost broken.
Covered in the dirt, in the mud of
“I can’t go on.”
Hear our prayers.
The Many - Again and Again
WHAT THEY DID YESTERDAY AFTERNOON
by Warsan Shire
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered
where does it hurt?
it answered
everywhere
everywhere
everywhere.
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