.

resting

in a darkness
in a silence that is You
in a broken, flawed existence
that's still yearning for the truth

these long and endless nights
filled with cold and flickering flame
of the candles, sitting by my desk
that help me bear the pain

waiting
for the light
for the words still yet to come
for the hope that has been promised
for the stem of Jesse's rod

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