From your lips

James Long
Nov 9, 2022
1 min read

A prayer is not so much

words

As a desperate plea to creation

To love the creature it has made and say

"Beloved, your need was a gift,

the space in you

made for me"

Homesickness of the soul

and so we rend

To prove ourselves full of color

and we say the pain is well deserved

How strange,

shedding blood to to hollows fill

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