I call to the lonely…
Lay your tears upon my palm
That I may taste the salt of your wounds
Stale with lack of union
Yet sweet with the moments dream
I call to the weak…
Press your heart to my lips
That I may exhale the breath of the sun
Into weakened chambers
Echoing with loss of hope
I call to the poor…
Rest gaze on the horizon
That I may point the way to the rising sun
Lest the reality of night
Steal the coins from your soul
To sorrows lost gaze
Stand alone baring but the will of one
Look steady into the heart of tomorrow
Yet lend it no thought
Yours is the kingdom, as is mine
Lest you let yesterday steal your time…
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