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love will find us
regardless how far –
we’ve come from beginning
this truth to decide
love seeks for mercy
in all we endure
– longing no longer

promise is pulled
as verse from the soul –
traded these wages
of sin –
syllables rent
by the taste of a name
story made over

whisper escapes
as dark from a dream
light formed anew
every dawn
the promise of heaven
is wingeds in flight –
echoes returning
a sigh
to your song

. . .