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I kneel before your alter, Lord 

with all my impossible 

and not so impossible pasts 

with all that I must carry 

and all that I must leave 


I kneel before your alter, Lord 

with each face I’ve seen in each mirror I’ve passed 

and each face unseen in any reflection  

each smile, each tear 

each breath drawn or held 

and you offer your breath  

and your reflection 


I stand 

with your face  

shining on my own 

and carry your alter 

and offer your forgiveness, 

your breath 

and your reflection 

to everyone I meet 


and when I forget 

I return  

and kneel 

and begin  


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