Tristan Robert Lange

Prophet\'s Prayer

I stand here at the

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Entirely alone,

Feeling empty.

It is finished—

Finished—completed—

Done.

Looking out—

Vision now reality—

Meaning meeting

The marrow

Of mercurial

Messaging,

Smoke smolders,

Smothering souls

Sucked into

Sanctimony—

Certain of their

Own salvation.

Disheartened,

I look away,

Not that I anticipate—

I never anticipate—

Because I cannot wait.

I cannot stay here,
I must move on

From the sand

Under my feet.

I am no Jonah.

O Lord,

Either way,

Your will be done.

Amen.

© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, November 18, 2025.

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