To the Anointed One we pray for the wife driven out by wildfire, her home gone, her husband doesn’t know where he is. Bring glad tidings to her. For those locked in shock shaking their heads and repeating “surreal.” Proclaim liberty to them. For those whose past dissolved: the poets and artists in exile, the kids orphaned from school. Recover their vision. For the woman who says, “I’m sorry for my sadness.” Crushed by the burden of her future. Let the oppressed go free. For the ones wasted with grief who can’t pass along heirlooms to their children. Anoint them with your spirit. When any life crashes and burns douse us with resilience, the ability to persist, to start over. Proclaim an acceptable year to restore.
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