Rumble

 

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I was not taught, as a child, 

how to pray.

 

For the church 

had set 

 

A sour taste

within my family's mouth.

 

It was 

unknown to me

 

That beneath 

those marble floors

 

Were centuries 

of praise 

 

Planted like seeds 

into the earth

 

And in the 

water of the springs.

 

I was alone 

in a way,

 

Without a language 

to walk in

 

The world 

beyond myself.

 

But 

I have stumbled.

 

And head down 

on the ground

 

I can hear those seeds 

rumble,

 

Turning,

and humbled 

 

I find 

my feet again

 

Upon 

the Earth

 

I pray.

 

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