Longing in a dry mental riverbed
Reaching out, abandoned valley, filled with air
One weak blue flower battling soil
Yearning quieted as suffering is weight
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Changing before the ever watching sky
Stars looking through tilted heads with wonder
And I am on a table receiving surgery
Millimeter adjustments and snips
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All in preparation for God’s eternal love
Readied for the affection of one woman until death
Breath splitting and scattering silence
My Heavenly Father says wait son
You’ll be ready just in time
You won’t miss me or her I know when you’ll arrive
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It is difficult
Humbling
What I need
I’ll wait.
