Prayer a Day- November 20

Each year the dead are numbered
We speak their names in whispers, wails, songs
We keen them to the echoing dark, leaving food
And drink
And flames to light the way
At the crossroads and thresholds, with murmured exhortations
430 souls we mourn this night
430 offerings we pour
May they find their paths
May they find their gods
May they find their ancestors open-armed in greeting
May their names spoken be itself an offering
And may there one day be no new names to speak

#transgenderdayofrememberance


Prayer overlaid on the Transgender Pride Flag, edited in Spark Post

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