in this silence,
I find my heart asking
for what I sometimes fear:
for You to bring Your death
to what is now not me
anymore.
my cowering darkness
clings to
this lack of talk,
knowing that when You speak
it has no where to go,
no where to run.
my will betrays my fears,
praying haphazardly
for Your violent words;
words that can make
an apple pie from scratch
now threatening to make something new
out of me.
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