spring, i know, certainly follows winter
and you, with your inscrutable will, demandabsolute submission from me, and to me
you promise mercy, grace, and prosperity
as you outpoured the same to Abraham
Job and Jesus, not merely mythical figurinesand pieces of playful poetic ploy, inspiring
a waiting for your offerings with patience
while on my part, as a traveler of a
pathless
path i have knocked every alien doorwith the hope of finding my chair to rest
my feet continuing to trek your subtle trail
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