An Agnostic Prayer

If the simplest form
can’t be melted or torn,
will it ever be more than what we know?

If the next winter storm
I can’t keep warm
I will cast my faith into the snow.

And if we take up the cause
will all still be lost?
Or will we finally know some peace?

And if peace really comes,
Won’t we go numb
to what it is we have right here?

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