Monday, March 18, 2024

My Heart Waits


 Beloved, My head is filled with other guests But I hold my heart To be a sacred bed,

Although a simple one, For you. I hunger for your Word To be cradled here. Bread for my soul, Libation for my heart, I wait.


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