Unnamed Number 67

waiting for the day to begin, lying here within these

walls of solitary confinement, silence fills the void,

outside the wind holds its breath,

I no longer understand these depths,

I can no longer bear this burden of separation;

this home has become a trap of death;

old friends return, bringing gifts from the past,

bringing peace within the unrest,

providing comfort to the poor,

rescuing the weak;

saving the lost;

no matter how far I might run,

no matter where I might hide,

You are there,

ready to heal,

ready to forgive;

ready to love.

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