For day 4, a love poem.
My heart is a shrine, it seems,
loves come and go like pilgrims.
Some come seeking solace,
some to unlock the joy in their hearts.
And yet others come with footsteps heavy with sorrow,
and I wait for them to undam their pain.
Until release comes in torrent upon stormy torrent,
all pain washed clean by blessed tears.
And yet what can I give,
but the God that is within me?
This lamp of love you have lit with your hands, Oh Lord,
and sheltered it from innumerable storms.
My song of praise is my only offering,
and my heart lifted up in gratitude.
loves come and go like pilgrims.
Some come seeking solace,
some to unlock the joy in their hearts.
And yet others come with footsteps heavy with sorrow,
and I wait for them to undam their pain.
Until release comes in torrent upon stormy torrent,
all pain washed clean by blessed tears.
And yet what can I give,
but the God that is within me?
This lamp of love you have lit with your hands, Oh Lord,
and sheltered it from innumerable storms.
My song of praise is my only offering,
and my heart lifted up in gratitude.
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