Empty and Void at Last
Let us feast in the tabernacle of your ardorYour longing for the heart of frail creatures
Who turn from your inquiries
Afraid are we of the magnitude of intention
Frightened by the shadows we become
Illusions of our own troubles
For to the healer of all begotten
Shall we not make constant supplication
In your welcoming sunlit pavilion
Is not what is disfigured worthy to partake light
Did you yourself not provide provision
For the fears of human arrears
Subjects are we of sensitive design
Easily our hearts melt like snowflakes
So hindered is our conception
Of reality where it is not difficult to forget
Who and where we are
Forgive us the hesitance to release weariness
Mend the fabric of our existence
Suppressed we bruise easily
Simulating angry silent glares
Foolishness our constant companion
Our ways unknown to us
Empty and void at last
We have become perfect vessels for your ardor
Alive temple's of your loves deepest longing
Graceladymn 9/2/09
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