Time Shrinks...

in the kindness of our beings
lost in the labyrinths of love and good works
we begin to learn
what prayers do
when we stop because we are too exhausted
when we are hurt
and feel the pains beneath our bones
within our flesh
because we have loved that much
and there is nothing
returned.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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