Drought-Stricken

The drought-stricken land

Is most ready for the rain.

Empty, you can gain.

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A Prayer for Me

Looking back, I’ll hope I lived

With all the Love I had to give.

I hope to never waste a breath

Promoting that which hastens Death.

May my lips bear forth a spring

That blesses every living thing.

May my hands work loving deeds

And meet a hurting person’s needs.

May my feet traverse the Way

That leads me closer every day

To hearing, seeing, knowing well

The many souls in which You dwell.

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Whatever, You Matter

Whatever your skin

Or your hair or your eyes,

Whatever your height

Or the size of your thighs,

Whatever your pain

Or your struggles or woes,

If you cannot walk

Or wiggle your toes,

Whatever you think

Or feel or surmise,

Whatever you hope

Or you pray to the skies,

Whatever you know,

Whether boy, girl, or none,

Whatever way

You love or have fun,

Whatever else the world may attach

To define you and box you

With others who match,

Whatever else all the others may see,

Know that you matter.

You matter to me.

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