How do you pray in the darkness of a blue
morning when the tree limbs whip and reel,
rain batters the yellowed leaves, and
the world has no room for your
thoughts and whispers and cries?
Blue Morning
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How do you pray in the darkness of a blue
morning when the tree limbs whip and reel,
rain batters the yellowed leaves, and
the world has no room for your
thoughts and whispers and cries?
kellye fabian story 
Just me, but I would think the dark, rainy, blue morning might help us focus.