pray
*** The heart of modern man, our daily bread, give us. O land beyond, a light dream strong, calm. Help on the path of light to the gates of the Valley of Shadow. In an hour of darkness. Not too boldly but a certainty that will make us merchants of goodness at the time of the test, the aurora borealis at dusk which must come. And they will sing songs about it. And everyone doubts their name. Before hope gets on your knees they will close the chest. They will drown in being. J.
