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Hineini: A Prayer of Reflection

I keep showing up because you always show up.

I keep obsessing about prayer because, deep down,

I know death is real and pain is potent. Nevertheless,

I believe that you can make beauty from ashes.

I know that roses bloom through concrete.

I trust that you love me and care for me. Plus, if

I don’t show up,

I don’t want you to feel alone. (Of course,

I don’t think you’ll really be alone.)

I don’t want that, regardless.

I don’t deny it: You’ve been there for me.

I don’t hesitate to say it: Hineini.

I am here because you are here.

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