pray

There is always resistance

To pray when I feel

devoid of essence

Empty of soul

And the irony is

That is when

I need prayer the most.

I must quiet the incessant voice

That tells me

It’s not worth it,

That it won’t be good enough

When I feel this way.

It doesn’t matter how it sounds

Feels

Or even looks

Let yourself crack open to gnosis

Through the holy brokenness

Let your prayers be the bridge

When you have lost your way

Let your heart

Be the gateway

To bring you back

To

Love


~Anaia Sundara

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