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My dear Lord, I have no fear,
If it’s a hell – so let it be.
But how I need to feel You’re near,
And how I wish to find the Tree.
Desire trees in blossom. Garden,
Where we can find ourselves again.
No matter when it is to happen,
As time is drip and love is rain.
Who knows what waits beneath its leafs,
What are we when we all wake up?
A sacrifice our hearts would leave
Is it the Chalice or a cup?
Nevertheless, I have no fear.
Despite all things I am afraid,
I make my way and feel You hear
The smallest steps that I have made.
May 10, 2010
My dear Lord...
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