Admire

tarnished tongue,
how you have languished.
asleep is the hope
promised by adoration,
I shall not keep,
rather set beneath
waiting feet.

The Lion is roaring across a burnt out expanse: dead end.
cracks of light imploding,
our near distant star.
hear His cry;
Come, come, see the splendor,
great love I have for you who
seek Me.

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