Tending to my thoughts and intentions on a stormy night
For the baby that coughs out frail cries in the night
For the eldery that soothe her with tired adoration
For the brother, miles away, who stands through thick and thin on his own
For the sister who is out of reach and thinks she's alone
For the father who taught his son by standing on his own
For the aunt who prefers time alone
For the mother who couldn't bear to be on her own
For the daughter who tends her pains because she's not alone.

The universe recycles the same worn out prayers through out the centuries. They ebb and flow with the people in our...