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As I walked along the lighted path last night, just as I pulled the house keys from my pocket, I heard a soft thud as something fell. What was that? Where was the small flashlight that had been in my pocket? Even though the path was lit, I could not see my unlit light, could not find it. This morning I was out again looking, raking the fallen leaves from the path. Nothing. I raked the daylilies next to the path. Nothing. On hands and knees, I combed the lilies with my fingers, hoping to find by touch the torch I had lost, expecting nothing, praying for myself and for all those who lose their light, who are on their hands and knees, fingers stretched out, searching.

Photo of hand-combed daylilies in the fall.
Photograph and prayer 2016 by Danny N. Schweers.

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Comments from readers

Bill wrote:
Very beautiful. Thank you.

Cecilia wrote:
i think the "arc" of this prayer is a favorite. where are you going with it? will it be something grand? grandiose? No, then it turns and hinges on something funny and clever, but also kind. A moment of grace. i needed that. i had a hard time waking up this morning, a real struggle. i kept falling back into REM sleep, wandering a totalitarian world from which there was no escape. must be processing the election.

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