We petition for hours, beg for happiness
Cling and crave the passing minutes
But a mouse’s prayer is answered
With crumbs and a piece of cheese
I will pray now
In the way I do
In the way of a church mouse
No words
No god
No resurrection
Just profound gratitude
For a troubled path
Of thorn and light
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