Taken
by my dreams
Transported
to the heavens
Like
the Apostle
Filled
with promises
Chaos,
blowing in the wind
All
my work, refuse
We
can have justice
We
are entitled to it
We
are called to it
Make
it if you can
In
the shadow of heaven
Parched
prayers, hanging limp
Visions
of flowers
Sterile
seeds falling. withered
Promises,
broken
The
divine embrace
Amid
the ashes, thirsting
Immanuel
comes
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