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Gospel

Apologies for the time away. 

What is it that you whisper in my ear,

As we lie underneath these sheets,

This is yet another dream, I fear.

One where I know when I awake,

I’ll have dried tears running down my face,

And you’ll fade into the faintest memory.

So while we’re here in this world of white and softness,

Let me lean in close and hear you say something softer.

For your words are Gospel

And although you’ll not witness me kneeling,

I’ll still bury my face in your neck.

And really, that’s worship just the same.

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Soft

They say I’m too soft,

That there aren’t enough rough edges

On this shape of mine.

I hear them

Say all of this,

And it feels like

The hammer and the mallet

Are only moments

Away from striking me

Into things people wish to see.

My biggest fear

Is losing all the poetry

This softness carries.

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Evening Clouds

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