as a drop of water is lost in the ocean
so is the flight of the alone to the Alone
take from me these november thoughts
of never enough and endless thirst
replace these tears with the solace of Your Presence
if it was all over tomorrow
i've been nothing without You
if these lungs inhaled the sudden conclusion
the rapture from this world to the next is a mystery
resolved in the paradox of justice and mercy
let me be found in You.
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