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God, infinite healer, fill me with
the sedatives of Your mercy.

Prayers, always mumbling prayers.
Words and thoughts that are
not empty, yet are also not full.

Cringing heart that does not
want to be in this frame of mind.

Fatigued limbs that want so
badly to feel vital once again.

Body of Christ on the tongue.
Daily Mass that comforts
but perhaps, does not heal?

Walking feet that do not
have the energy to walk.

Careless skin that prickles
with the icicles of distress.

Father in Heaven, give
what is truly necessary to
carry on with optimism.

Praying hands clenched
with pinnacles of hesitancy.

Eyes closed, but not in peace.
No, not the peace required.

God, be present as the doubts
gather. Give strength where
there exists only weakness.

Faith is the icon required
when human deterioration
is so immediate in existence.

God, infinite healer, fill me with
the sedatives of Your mercy.