I hold a basket in my hand
filled with my pain.
I carry the prayers
my own heart is shouting,
and that of those
whose pain i hear in the din.
In those scraps of paper
we have drawn the many arrows
that have pierced us.
In it we are showing you the chains
that have bound us
and kept us
hidden from you.
As we open the gates of our hearts
receive that which we have exhaled:
the breath of hope and the sting of death.
Amen.
