My heart yearns for Your sacred grove.
Longing for the human-weight to be lifted.
Last year, in some brief hours,
Your step in the rhythm of my stride,
Every foot raised was my prayer for Your attention.
Come to me, come to me!
My song broke tears in the temple shadows,
The well of devotion, its caverns filled,
Its waters flowing over, sang along.
My heart burst
An awe-filled gratitude in my soul,
Your Holy Breath, meek upon my neck.
You humble me, Lord.
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