4.30am
It’s in the debris of my heart
Dinky in all the mess
I find it’s not been torn apart
It’s all here like in a waltz-
The raindropp that never falls,
The bud that won’t become a rose,
All dancing here, and close
It’s in the debris here-
Every single chilling fear,
The limits never dared,
Those amen’s never said…
5.30am
The calls to prayer fill my ears
Poco a poco the darkness clears
But not the debris in my heart,
Not your name, whole, intact!
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