YHWH, my Father
tenderly You answer every need You make for me
i, in turn, sing to You and worship in Your freedom
can the world see You in the messes in the shit
yet i have cast all things off, to know You
turning until, again, my stalled heart has raced
has filled with motion--in this stalling
and Your movement, i am always Yours.
then the moments cease to be just a moment
now more instead
letting all You meant to me, be filled
with all You mean to You—
truth cannot quench love,
nor can death separate truth,
nor can one and one make two,
only one now, only
You me You
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