in a single drop of Reign




waiting,  for Always






as I


to these


moving so soft

and so slow through

the corridors of my heart,

as liquid,  and falling from a crack

in the sky not even God could ever mend,

I bow my head before the glory of their perfectly

poised array,  like waves,  sent forth from the mighty

Sea of Love itself,  to herald the coming of a Beauty held

captive inside a most terrible Sadness,  one that can only

be pulled free by the very Chains of Awakening,  as if my

tears were being measured not only by their number, 

but a seemingly desperate need for God to finally

understand just how far a human heart can

be filled with such indescribable

Joy,  before it






      breaks . . .




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