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[Con FusIon]

I usually write form poems to get the juices flowing. This one's a sonnet (as most of you may already know).

In Love, my God, are these words drawn
to strip these aged and chasmal robes;
a Countenance within me probes
with soul and intent yet to spawn.
That is: for You, I plan to pawn,
in grace, my nature for a strobe --
a mark of sorts. Render a lobe
and bind my will; release this dawn:
I pace in steps that bruise all flesh
and stir, out of repose, the earth
that, joined with dew of coming rains,
will yield some semblance of rebirth.

Prostrate, awaiting droplets fresh:
no longer. Life does fill these veins.

[YoUnG JeSuS]

that was deep fam real talk....stay up