I have been waiting…


Am I turning blind

to the omnipresence,

to God’s face and tears?


Is my heart becoming

a stone in distant caves

narrow, dark and damp?


Are my lips numb, black

and chaos bringing

the fate deceiving?


Will the Sun break free

and stop the silent blizzard?

And melt away the ice?


Touch me with your blessing

be the morning in the night

be my sweet July in March.


I am waiting…


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