I waited for your call
From the edge of recollection
The warehouse of my heart
Into a chamber of desolation.
High over my thoughts
Nothing but my imagination
Blown petals that shine
Shards of bright illumination.
You promised
An answer
A fish not a serpent
Bread instead of a stone
Good things if we ask
Good gifts to your children.
I turn my face towards the wind
Into the warm reflection
Forget the touch of the sun
Empty with hopeless rejection.
I waited for your answer
Deep in the castle of anticipation
But you had already provided
Grace within shattered fragmentation.
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