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Prayer for October

By Saoirse Pira


On the bank of the river in 

early October, I fall fast 

and in love with Living. 

It is a prayer– 


when I fall to my knees

in the grass, when

the trees dance in the wind,

and the woods sound like waves.


I pray there for plenty. For 

so much sun, for something to love

like the bank loves the bluebells

and the water-mint. To care because 


I can, to love because I must.

When I die, as I know I will– 

let it be here, let it be

like this. With the wind in


the trees and the dance like the

waves. Let it be kind.

I can only be as gentle as 

A prayer on my knees by the river.

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