my prayers fly out into the empty space
for you my friend, my home
whispered words of wonder and supplication
before a hauntingly familiar, welcome throne
hoping that somehow you see
you never were and never are alone
and though i had to walk away
please listen when my words are too weak to say
i will always be here
even when the way’s unclear
even when the burden won’t be shed without the tears
just let it fall
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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