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Sunday Was Just Enough to Get Through the Weak

Poetry By: Kathryn
Religion and spirituality



sinking
falling
rising
knowing


Submitted:Sep 3, 2007    Reads: 92    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


I was looking at you

Looking at Him

And I could feel

You crying

Not because you were sad

But because you were in love

Athough sometimes

They are one in the same

But you of all people should know that

So I prayed harder

While the lights dimmed

A sad song played in the backgroud

Just like it should

We bowed our heads

And raised our hands

And somewhere inbetween

We lifted our hearts

And let a little something go

We let a little something die a bit

Just enough to get through the weak

Each day is its own battle

So Mary came to comfort you

Just like Joan does for me

Where were you when�they waited?

You walked in on a couple of strangers

Who weren't really strangers at all

You knew who they were

And I know those strangers

Or at least we thought we did





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