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“I cannot explain what a prayer is.
But I know how to kneel in the grass
with the fallen leaves,
How to ask back and how to let go,
and how to get the sunset in my veins,
drop by drop, every day more.

And maybe some day I will learn,
to give like trees in autumn,
until my own dissolution.
Everything will eventually go away
And it will always be too soon.”