that feels like forever, dancing in front of the mirror, always praying always asking x
please God let me have him, let me have her, let me have me and x Thank You, yes I remember that is part of the prayer, not just the asking, x but a Big Thanks, so God will know I'm not always for me me me, x
on the contrary, a grateful humble seeker on the path to the truth with the blue edge,
next stop Heaven, x
where a sweet mother stirring broth spots me, a hallowed saint relieved of arrows, pierced no more, smiles at last, x
or Jesus Himself who once asked the Father why he was forsaken, found out he wasn't, just like us. x
If you don't love Jesus don't be affronted, pick your savior, the one who lives in your ego, x
or save a place in the black hole of nonexistence, wear the cloak of skeptics, the oblivion they pray is true. x How plucky to be a fleeting spark within a voice bound to be halted forever, to arise at first light's beam never blessed by Heaven, know that born on earth is good enough, x