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filled with wonder, awestruck wonder
at the mention of your name
{revelation song}

i see myself with you. i see my tears.
i see a wall of tears, i see through it.
the salt keeps it in place, it is the shape of fear, but did you know that soon
it will fall? it will fall when you want it to. it is only a thing of our making.
and it will disappear when we say, no more.
what then are we waiting for?
{she}

day three hundred and sixty five || lauren nicole

i see my soul in the hollow between your shoulder and your neck,
the place where your armor is weak.
i see my words clothing you with strength,
i see you stand up straighter when i speak.

i see the scar between what was and what will be,
that jagged line, sometimes faint, sometimes edged with flame ---
and i am not afraid.
i have given all, there is nothing to lose and nothing to know.
so everything is new, the anger dissolves into dust,
and there is a white bird, a white heart, a white wing.

i am running, i am standing still, i am breathless
i am empty and i am full, no more, no
less. it is all in the hands of something else now,
so there is nothing to do but bend down, let the
back of the past be broken, turn over the rocky soil.
and with each turn the darkness recedes,
our fearful misgivings pulled out by their roots.

i see myself between the leaves, calling you.
i see you hearing me, and your eyes say
look how far we've come and all the other things
for which there are no words. the white salt wall
and the white horse look on. this is not a thing
of our making. this is something else altogether,
the very thing we've been waiting for.

{ a vision of hope || she }