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Our Father Who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name Thy Kingdom come Thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven Give us this day our daily Bread And forgive us our trespasses As we forgive those who trespass against us And lead us not into temptation But deliver us from evil

Amen

Jesus is Lord! Come Lord Jesus!

Come Lord Jesus! Christ is Lord!

Efran

On thoughts of war through gratitude and home A sweet command and cherished heart Through pain of this and victory near Man of witness and peace Through understanding and all things new The bells of Heaven ring and rise Be well and think of life around- this world of sighing love In instrumental views of home And daylight pierces now Peace, peace be yours abound In Heaven’s certain light For essence of and grace between Be brave and blessed; survive To you surrender all your peers Remember rain from Heaven To much espere and thinking day The lights and doors will open As comets come to light your years And efficacious row Bits of star and solemn cross Every tree is calling you home See mercy now and friends are yours The day and week of light Through you to witness our days ahead And Heaven will allow A simple cast and grades anew The loudest horn of Islam And courts between the one of Christ To you be gates of Heaven And gold and Earth and warmth- A Sarajevo prayer for you And iron home to fits of maiden The years and plus are many Solemn due at lands of war Within a temple there A prayer of wonder- seeing you home And Christ is not alone The dare of victory in exit rough Every chair is seated- for Kingdom’s near Appointed Efran of cheer Stand up and live your chance of favour And sixty years of light- Moon and Sun and days afar The dark has gone away In towns of must and breaking lost The light of noon is yours Through daily be to yours begin A place for peace, implores

—For Efran Sultani

Good

A splice decurrent of time at rest Fingers riding ring and cross A golden good of refuge at war Maked in friend to speak and cherish Others seek- and this is will A time of gentle good Nary peace on that wall but willing here Men at rest, and some deride Why our days succumb as such But faithful good A prowess seen Daylight to day and witness from the home In errant light- refend our days- and this is war A morning deep and dressed as Mom Greatest hue- Sixteen of the walk and choosing day Fright to a play of men- Who are killing here Melee as stood to well and right Good to logic and tear the night Purpose apart defending day And young to wellness repose Right of death and East of dawn Sixteen of war and living breath Squanders be Solemn at entrance year Every entrance done and to unpoem Good is greatest And Woman be A neighbor finds the path The respite hour in silence Parked to war- ending war The purpose finds a Heaven To us below and camping here Good of street and men The daybreak calls Good is at sovereign rest above Accounts of day and nice Peace, solid day Ends of land and work repose Every dawn unto- Reward above For all, and Dove Through unto A picture calls a home Let us tire Seeks beyond recuse And there at last Solid will in pain To cause at last- A difference seen and made.

Rest in Heaven, Renee Nicole Good

Slædepatruljen

Reading the clocks and boulders For trips upon the chloe and land Third highest and under known A space to see the view Of Navy ships and current wonder From a place to know of wisdom here Thousands belted to there believe A prophet for the heavens And to unto this place called Danish A sovereign reel and we are proud For prodding first and orchestration Unruly to the fairness day Riding snow and proper here The forest of a plain in man Sore, sore, but truly on In fortune with a witness Currents lit and duly proper A place to here find out With to and there beyond the bog A sea is truly home The bay and the beautiful Expectants reap Four bowls for dog and man With Lytton space and married plan No hotel but time A fresh day on and pulsing chair The year is getting younger But far but better and mercy day A salience in ray The noon and valour can For piercing shine a sure And sun on skin with little hound a space to bow and round- The verdant was of this small world To froth in ocean be Fortune there and is for us Trains and car and bus A view in rod to see the seek Here asore but imbued in clear Fittings fjord and land To forest glen of over course The story’s longest night We’ll overturn- then intern our sun Repeat upon that hill Of southern north and wilding here The limerence and chill

Canadians will pray for the Mexican People— and especially for President Claudia Sheinbaum.

—Jeff

Intact art village to Deuteronomy home At least I’m tired and overexposed A place of tasting Heaven’s fire A sweet possession of the Lord- In time to Heaven and year of dawn Intransigent force of open Heights Left Heaven and Right sincere- from the romance of the Earth A childless one and fearing death I am rendered to the bone Sutton’s redemption and smiling lantern I laugh but on parade For thousands livid at rightful day Thinking of peace by the water The ribbons of protest to be among brothers Anoxic but conscious by nine A simple press from all that is now With life spent on yearly disaster We find ourselves fortune- And joyous in Christ And celebrating Claudia’s reign For a cat and one crayon, who are early redemption And lessons to child one poem We reap only ours And sow in the wind For casting in Canada of seed To night inspiration to be of one faith Unpopular and ragged on journey Fear not of the livid, but of guns- For our culture has turned us to night

Duma

Seek early repose A fonted vacuum to the chamber Bludgeoned by the nerves English chapter for peace Cham cards for witnessing view A style of sorry, for the eightlands war No forgiving men, for up and clear to- dismembered in reason What seeks no real- But to square auction and suffering A worriless pain without misery Approchement from the North Fixing sixty fever- Where to the self And proper comrade- You are not East German Or American. Putin- who of a spare on your Bible To notice Harvard and spill blood The umbrella of fever sits you here Thou shall not want- In strange days of unrelief And sick for the saviour, who isn’t, By the way, Marrakesh Strobing all war And plans to unsin After children are bulldozed Rain to your effect And gifts for the healer- Santa Claus but backward Suppers of mud and river torrent An honest rock at sea Bears your name of the desert Walleye few Killing forward A mass of Arams, and bankrupt- To the hearing you offered- In sin to the afraid, As you speak one ambulance And forgivelessness call A hack to the teeth in separation Ukraine’s someone- Yours, perhaps- Gifts in fashion But no And not ever It is filth without rain And slandered to the toe A tiny republic And a small, little man- Even I know your hearse And to the knees- You are seen The last patient of worry Bubonic breath And gone

Long live Ukraine- And a Russia without Putin.

Do Not Abandon Peace

Days of water To discarded dreams The new in Christ are a chapter Through views enduring harassment And suffering, and pain Witnesses to anger and the hurting flesh In childbirth, a suffering Limitless of verse to the Christian- Weary as children to esteemed at spring Soaring on Bread and Wine as per the Good News Seated yet unable to be without joy Liberation to Holy Scripture

The Holy Spirit in mind- To not grieve- and always allow

New forms of day for eruptive laughter And unhidden from view This is the necessity of things Love and treasuring the amounts of the mind Auxiliary view to Mondays And simple tandem with another- Esteemed in Christ, and for change Praying for Heaven and Water Holy here By the River of Tehran Seeking Jesus Without quarrel or war In peace And attire for all Redemption’s course to the new And hollow fame- A caution to note Washington’s war is sober defeatist Pray all in attendance at peace Love God and one-another Seek Holy Rain And work in Christ- Anew.

Parking Lot

A place for Caesar And a road to past the temple Sixteen expressions of sound And away for the return of gratitude Simple grapes of every colour And a word for the Apple available We are good And have a garage This is self-esteem which streets will know More than a hundred And less than a thousand Somewhere in the middle And left of the universe Macintosh is my name And everyone is chosen As an empire and a friend Looks beyond the one I know And the simply aware I can prepare Days of UNIX are watching the year Some genre of the get-past and waiting for Berlin I was your best and still we celebrate Four doors as an option I am a millionaire And you can have me At the dock Be yourself And needlessly ready To save your year And make it yours What happened is a new thing And we are deep yellow

War counts down the temperature Under the Liffey where we are And in disguise of Finder Is an option to make it rain Nothing making destiny like you And the prophet Heart for parts And paid people in tribute A peace from Heaven And if you know code, be keen and let’s restore A principle for the past And urban renewal makes an exit No fingerprint to adore But I make it your own So let’s find out What happened and how The finger games For Radiant Dawn Expressing money But no palace like his Appearing as a Northerner An iron man of November Perfect huddle And way as a husband With a IIci Praying for a beep For a prayer To hear you speak Endlessly near For the Woman Who wears the globe And speaks to you As a Woman would

For options of time We trust the solar And become a system For empty days Winking at you Makes me smile And so the special effect Is Mrs. Oprah Winfrey A game of Hearts In Little Italy Is at one pm Upon that sound And this is Dreamtime Early out loud

Welcome To Macintosh.

Harry

Six points at Winter And a surfacing of words To append a cactus with its own firm call Nine lives and a jetty for docking hearts New phones for the underprivileged Newness in every solemn favour An attachment of faith As warm as the wind Burdock upon And little kites to enforce November A young person’s award For suffering of the self Bees afar And clinically unafraid- A man of poem and exceptions perfect Unilaterally proud for the sky in his Crown A paid small child To offer ceremony to the forest Implying personally of all Freeborn and to the hearts And heroes of Heaven math To the estate A soldier and foreign But only to the media It’s in his book A gander of herds And a family to know- Remembering the fallen A father and a figure Hero for his mother Statesman gold

Peace, Love, and Oprah Winfrey

On the third, we were Special operations for our guests In the imbibing chapter of the livid I am what I own, for never again To live like the free without In security I will, run a war, Which means no chance for the enemy But in solemnness I pain And plan to relieve in rest and newform directions With Solomon’s seal- yours Run a country in the hand of abolition Which is security-all, to the chapter And sincering your ecstasy to be at home Your country is the least of my separations A bird singing peacefully- To and of Oprah Winfrey