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Prayer to the Invisible
by Diane Frank
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I write your name where no one can read it.
In the sky behind a cloud on a stone in the footprints of a tortoise walking back into the ocean. In the conversation where you came in a dream from the other place. When I told you how much I missed you, you let me know that you can do even more healing where you are now, out of your body. A year after the synagogue shooting, you embrace your friends at the Tree of Life as they are saying Kaddish for you— where we sit all day and name the dead. You whisper to your wife who is living in a shadow, sitting alone on the tapestry sofa where she sat with you. Our prayers grow out of the shadow of necessity. Our music floats above the burden we carry even though you want us to release it. I carry your spirit on my shoulders as I walk into the synagogue where we played music for you, as I follow an eclipse north as I walk into a dream. I write your name in the sky after midnight in the Leonid meteor showers, in the penumbra of an eclipse of the wolf moon. Your name is inside the music I play for you on my cello. I write your name in the invisible where you disappeared that morning where your spirit flew into a cloud. I write your name in an ice halo around the moon and my prayer that this planet will one day, like an amaryllis, bloom again. |
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