In the compound of my tiny dwelling;
You'd arrived, oh the Fount of Kindness.
Never that could I imagine,
Empathetic without end.
With so many summer rains, I have gone on calling;
On so many autumn evenings, I have gone on weeping.
I have swung in the cradle of faith-to-despondency,
Should You take notice, showing grace for a moment.
This is inconceivable, it is unequaled;
This copious exudation is a love immeasurable.
Having turned up on Your own inside of an atom,
You entered my fold, oh the Great Ocean.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2022
Unexpectedly
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So much mercy, I can hardly believe.
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