The Israelites waded a mere one-hundred feet per day in a sea of sandy listlessness.
A pillar of conversation by day, and a pillar of intimacy by night guided them into a promise.
God, I am helicopter
With the timing of an
Inchworm.
I need your eyes and lips.
The horizon of nothingness expands.
I've been stripped of my blueprints, fingerprints, and plans.
The war is waged. By default I love myself more than I love you.
My sin is so thick
I am bed sores and bed scarred.
You say I am more than lust;
Refine me, Sacred Heart.
Help me chew on-
Make a meal of
My consequences.
I beg mercy in metal strips, and wings, and battle wounds to be my defense.
If Your armies are real
I am asking for them
To surround me
For just a little while
So I can get
Some rest.
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