you are but a fool

a bird chirps 

in the dead night.

God. God. God.

God. God. God.

——–

God, the only name

we are never meant

refrain from crying,

though others may scoff–


Written last night while I should’ve been sleeping, but this little bird kept crying. I kept thinking: I’d like to find you and hush your fears, but our cries are the same. And our father above hears. So you can cry and I’ll put on worship until I think you’ve fallen asleep.

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