Conversion

I have admired the tree's sleep
and witnessed the season wake
with vivid blossoms and greens,
and all the while this love
remains in water, treading
to live apart, to stay above.

I touch my mother's death,
with daily heartache, a man's absence
of truth, to fall into a presence
of truth, God's essence.

I have merely a need
for the robe of faith,
maintenance of daily hope,
to feed my dreams, and
to eat from my fate.

I have only loved
what was granted from above,
I have lost nothing,
everything is enough.

I have no lock or key
Only a soul of scars
to keep others afar
from a healing heart.


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