Dear God,
if there is one,
and I'm not sure,
make me whole in my broken places
and strong in my weak places
because I'm scared.
I'm so scared.
But if there is no God,
if it's all a lie
and the dead don't merely sleep
and hope fails
and love doesn't conquer all,
the only thing that matters
is that I keep pretending
because if I can make it better
I should.
Saturday, February 13, 2016
A Prayer
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