Hollow Prayer

My God designed birds’ bones hollow.

Let me know this: what is hollow wrought of?      

Echo?  Breath?  Sound of ocean in nautilus shell?

A symphony of sorrows,  our liquid thoughts,  our restive questioning

Or is it what we hold in our hands

around our porous hearts

furtived together in prayer.

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