Peace

Each night, as I'm laying my daughter down in her bed, I speak these words over her:

May the Lord bless you and keep you,
May He make His face to shine upon you,
and give you peace.

Her second name, middle name, Irina, means: Peace.

And so, mercy bleeds into peace. The kind that means something, the one that echoes: don't fear! don't fear!
I am closer than the air you breathe...
and over you, I breathe
peace.

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My Prayer

Have mercy,
I pray with the rhythm
of a rosary~
each bead
the rock of my chair
as I nurse my child.
Have mercy.


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