faith breathes flesh
onto a skeleton of dreams
a rope i cling to
moving near
nearer still
a vision held so long, longing
the moment i would
cross my legs before you
have time to see you… see you
O God! i am a child
frail, circled by fear
sensing magic
bold by design
pressing forward
as I must, for love
please God, guide me
gently she carves a path to hope
inhales deep
eyelids stretched over hazel moons
her arms reach
through endless blue

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