#the prayer

[thestonedsage]

Man Ray, The Prayer (1930)

[arinewman7]

The Prayer

Felice Casorati

1914

[zombocomme]

AU Bonus: Ever, I Will Love You

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Credit note: reference/quote, "The Prayer" music

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Their love was so real. It could been a movie... a story book story, for how it seemed written in the stars.

Even after all these years, they had found each other again.

*another soul to love...to hold in our hearts*

Jim stood on the stone balcony, the white light of the moon making it look like the very christ star was shining down on him, like in those children's books of heavens light, a spotlight in the dark.

Jim sighed, crossing his arms and leaning on the stone rail, a porous stone, edged smooth and soft as silk. Sighing once more, he softly beat a fist once on the surface.

"God, if there is a god, oh..." Jim hissed, turning away and groaning, the heels of his palms digging into his eyes sockets bruising them. Head bowed, the veil of shaddow on his face, furrowed and feeling his tears come whether he wanted them or not. He clutched the pendant beneath his shirt...one of two, a shield with a twin, one light and dark. Sun and moon, sword and olive branch, two knights reared up.. to fight? No... to come together...

His breath hitched and he whispered softly, relaxing his face thougg it's somber express held a deep, longing, from within...

It wasn't just god he was praying to...

"Please," he hitched again, his every energy in that moment he was willing to send hurdling through the night sky, spearing like a comment through the stars until it crossed Copias night sky so far away. It was the same moon they saw, but the time difference meant they weren't seeing it in the same light. But that's the thing about love. It transcends.

To a place of grace and faith. Because regardless, the both of those lovers were still existing at the same time, thinking on the same things, just on other sides of the moon on the same earth... the silvery light gracing the sphere of the earth in the spacial dark, and around it like a crown were those fated stars, twinkling above...that 'heaven's light' was not lost on Jim.. or on Copia...

The stars hanging over Copia looked down on him, as if watching over him, the sky like the reflection of the water on the lake he was gazing at... his brow furrowed and he bit his lip as it trembled,willing his heart to travel across that horizon and meet his love.

"Per favore." he hitched. His gloved hands clutching his chest. He closed his eyes and his face remained, dimly glowing under the far off moon, and the dangling stars, the guiding hand of the morning star, seemd to float over the curling mist over their reflection in water, and Copia felt the soft breeze caress his face. Over every divet, wrinkle, smile line, and furrow, Jim's touch, ghosting his memory. His gloved touched his own face, imagining *those* kind hands in their place, misisng *his jim* so, so much.

"Satanas, strength for me. For my heart, to not break over all these miles" he whispered, his voice going softly into the night,

"He is my everything. Please... I want to live... I need to know... what it feels like to live for him, to hope, to dream, to lead us to that place -" he hitched.

*that place where they would be accepted, loved, and find each other, his angel to himself, a devil, cast from the heavens, in love with an angel... no one could write this in the stars, in the way the passion of the flames below could. No one could live it the way they were living it. Love dancing under the moon.. their living memory, their hope, belonged where it would be safe*

Beneath Copia's vestments sat his twin of the pendant, sheild, sun, and moon, the metal warm against his skin from its home. Hanging from his neck over his heart. Oh the aching tenderness he had in his heart for Jim.

He reached toward the green lights of the fireflies across the lake. As if they could feel him, and somehow, Jim would feel him that way. Anything, he would do anything, to hold his angel, his sweet dove to him again... to shield it from the shame and hypocrisy of the world... to be free...

"I pray you'll be alright" he whispered, fluttering lashes dusted with tears .

There was still time to come together. But time until they could wasn't moving soon enough. But that's the thingaboutlove. Honest to God, Devil be damned, story book love. Neither time nor death could dissolve it. Only delay the lovers meeting for a while...

And as the hearts of the long time lovers, childhood sweethearts, found each other once again, their prayers having sped towards one another like ships meeting in the night. The beautiful thing was, they felt it. Really. As if the other man was standing there. Holding them. And where the missing peice of their heart, shaped as the other man, lay empty and waiting, peace filled it. Music healed it. And prayer. Made it real...

Simply to know, the beautiful pain of distance was nothing. They could feel each other through that space in time. That's how they knew the love was real. It was how they knew love would find a way...

As they did each night, from one side of the world to the other in their nights, they sang softly, seeing one another in Heaven's light above...knowing soon, they would be in one another's arms again, their prayers answered, shining like that sun and moon, wishing on every star in the sky...

🔮🔮"The prayer" as performed by David Archuleta and Nathan Pacheco

Jim Defroque, as voice 1, (David A.)

Copia Emeritus, as voice 2, (Nathan P.)

https://open.spotify.com/track/4j9ARVLQpfBijRq0OwKWej?si=eBJ_N7t5RvOn3ym9s27jrw 🔮🔮

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Take me by my hand to another world, this heart already stands in awe of you...

Random Xpressions

[constanze-1782]

Andrea Bocelli, Céline Dion - The Prayer (Live at Central Park / 2011)

This song was written for, and about, Elizabeth Taylor, Andrea's good friend

[jusper-berlin]

[furioustreewombat]

[catkin-morgs-kookaburralover]

AMIRA SANG THE PRAYER. I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MY ENTIRE LIFE. (only slight exaggeration....... it's one of my favourites)

also her pitch is GOOD

[prayyer]

[delfindakila]

ANTONIO GORORDO Ang Panalangin #artPH