Liminal places
Liminal places, light and darkness in our surrounding
When speaking with honesty leads us to great calamity
Our Father, exalted One, may you give us peace this day
Take the tears of our eyes and make them yours
Liminal places, where pain is acute as a blade in our heart
When gasping for air, leads us to chocking up
Our Father, Giver of life, may you give us strength this day
Take the seizing up of our throats and make them yours
Liminal places, when time seems to have come to a stop
Suspended, broken, shattered as a glass dropped from the third floor
Our Father, Healer of wounds, may you give us comfort this day
Take the increasing void in our hearts and make it yours
Liminal places, where cacophony, lullabies and masterpieces cohabit
Hollow sounds, noises, rhythm the deafening silence of our hearts
Our Father, Conductor of souls, let us hear you this day
Take the overwhelming discord agitating us and make it yours
Never such pain was felt, never such tears were shed
Than the ones that you endured, so that our tears, the seizing up
of our throat, the void of our hearts and its discord
Could be redeemed and consoled, so that we may hope,
Hope, in the midst of our suffering, in you, alone
