No prayers

I have seen the absence that is evil

I have tasted bitter its fetid seed

I have rebuked the sinner in my home

And also washed their feet

I have felt the winds uprising

As change blew into town

I have seen the faithful abiding

I have reaped what I have sewn

Whether or not the words left my lips

With me, blessing or being a naysayer

I never wish to see the clips

Of a day when there are no prayers

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