She Can Only Pray

Rosary hung on her wrinkled hands.
She can’t see that well.
She can’t hear that well.
Her heart has been shattered to liquid form.
So, she can feel nothing at all.

Someone on the street told her
that there is a snow storm and prolong power outage somewhere in the world.
She kneeled on the pew with her un bendable arthritic knees.
She recognised there is pain and brokenness.
But she thinks it’s ok
while somewhere in the world the snow storm place is filled with misery.

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