Stacks and stacks
   of wooden plaques:
 Prayers on front,
 Art on the back.

Each a wish
   and a dream?
 More an expression,
   or so it seems.

Whatever prayer
   may be writ,
 There’s always 
   something
 more to it.

A need to show
   one’s unique soul:
 To tell the world
   that one is whole.

A life reduced 
   to a shingle:
 Multitudes,
   to a single.