contemplated, surreal, excised
faith from the vine of your love
i offer you, yet again –
one brief, perpetual reality:
that if you hold my hand
you will never lose an ounce of
what you have given, you will
be embraced for all you are
before and since, that my heart
in its emerging brightness
will not thrive on hushed impatience
but will surrender everything it
knows about giving and keeping
and will harbor you a lifetime of light.
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