Walkin on Air

Humble Hope


The day is done:
sweat and toil paid in full
evicting any tourist thoughts
hitchhiking on stray desires;

my God
she completes me

please let it grow
our love,
let it grow as the seeds we sow...

my body pain is sweet agony
of fallen nature
yet hope dawns rays of lovelight;

we can eat now, Lord,
your blessings
may prepare our future progeny
and
let silent sleep
beckon
towards the womb of unfulfilled
dreams, amen...



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