Oh, Divine within, my very soul's own core,
You see me bare, know depths I can't explore.
Yet in this knowing, a space I feel, unbound,
A whisper of Your presence, nowhere found.
No plea for boons, no bounty do I seek,
For Your true wisdom, my spirit's humble peak.
This time, no gratitude, no whispered prayer,
But all I am, laid vulnerable and bare.
Take this, I beg, before my spirit shifts,
Before the changing winds bring weary drifts.
Claim all of me, and set my spirit free,
Make haste, dear Lord, for patience fades from me.
I've learned its grace, yet now it slips away,
Before my thoughts condemn me to dismay.
Oh, right my sums, untangle every thread,
Let tears not fall, nor bitter words be said.
Release me now from every binding deed,
In peace, not fragments, plant my final seed.
Accept this offering, swiftly, I implore,
And let me find my peace, forevermore.
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