Constant Prescence Poem by John McAndrew
Constant Prescence
Your constant prescence
Shatters my defences,
As washed up on your shore,
A thousand tiny pieces come together,
And ten thousand years of searching,
Of dirt and dust and emptiness,
Are over.
And what was broken,
Becomes whole,
And what was lost,
Becomes found.
Mia anima gemella,
'Till this day I had never eaten,
Nor drunk, nor slept nor breathed,
And now I understand.
And now I believe.
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