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Published on October 15, 2007 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry
I shoot my petitions
into the
black
unending
night
like arrows
with tips
dipped in
fiery faith

and though I cannot
see where they
eventually
land

I smile
content
in the
knowledge

that all my prayers
will fall
back to Earth
answered

I rely on this
just as I
rely upon
gravity.


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Comments
on Oct 15, 2007
and though I cannot
see where they
eventually
land


...and that's the thing. Thanks for reminding me that -even if I don't always see it- they do always land.
on Oct 15, 2007
I admire those whose faith is unshakebly real. I also admire those who can string so few words together in such a fashion.

tips
dipped in
fiery faith


Awesome imagery...