These riots of religious proportions
to dine on your love
There are all things going on in the world
and still that well trickles with the finest wine amidst it
I have seasoned my lake with your love
I have surrendered fortresses
I have bathed in the milk of a thousand palaces and wondered where you were, so I could move the Earth toward you.
Forgive our jealous propriety
forgive how we haze intelligent art
forgive how we bomb the world
you so delicately give us daily
forgive our blind bad manners
and trust our heart
to come upon You
Again
and be whole
Love Us Anyway,
As Only You Can,
Your Beloved
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