a poem a day by A.J.Rao

Wounded skies

Due to  rather wounded skies,
We are praying for more time

Before we say next to  a pause.
It is much too late or too early

Since no more can we say next.
We look at our wounded skies

To pause to pray for the pause
To say next and to take breath

Holding to pray for more time.
We pause in our music to hold

Our breath and not to say next.
We sing Christmas to say next.

(Remembering Praying for Time by George Michael who passed rather too early this Christmas)


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