The incense of love gently swirling from the bottom of my soul :
I can’t find it in your explanations, justifications nor in the chants and recitations.
For you, for me, I feel a surge of sadness and desolation.
Yet, when I read the Word, in silence, I hear the Song fading in
Then, the world makes sense and prayers arise.
©FJ Nov 2021
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