Shiviti

I set

Him

before me

(always)

my heart

like wax

my soul

melts

through

my veins

drips

out

of my eyes

a blessing

and a curse

the eternal

reminder

I am not

made

like anyone

for I

I am

fearfully

and wonderfully

made

knitted

in my mother’s

sacred

womb

one thing

I will always

ask for

it is

for

only this

that

I wait

to see Him

in

the place

where there is

no

darkness

in

His sanctuary

where

deep

calls

to

deep


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