Praying hands held in their position on chipped steps I’ve been taught words in order to repeat phrases it is then and only then such words become sacred. So that’s where I begin how my tradition got started down on bended knee I confessed and took the blame for an accident. Time and attention I swore time takes my attention away I make my list of words and ask if you’ll memorize with me. We can scoop and gather carrying all our shit to a different gathering. We’ll sit instead of kneel in a candle-lit room. Together, we will discover what it means to pray. Let us define and agree exactly what rules to obey as long as we keep and promise everything stays in bounds open minds get heavy rewards. The next time we meet maybe our praying position will sound different the others will accept us and adopt our trigger words. Perhaps one day this sacred language of ours taken from palms to wrists will be the language used in prayers.