If I were clairvoyant, I’d do an endoscopy of your divine soul
What’s that rapturous bit of you that simply tears me whole?
I can’t figure out why I bleed for your every precious word
Your fire breezes through my earth; all reason goes unheard
Silent distance rules our communion like an invisible rudder
This hide may be dead leather, but is my omnipresent weather
Patience stills my hope, and I am always looking for your clues
It is snowy in the garden, but there’s a vibrant kaleidoscope of hues
The constant thunder has become routine music for my ears
I have blown whistles of waiting all through these turbulent years
The road keeps winding, but your presence dissipates my fears
And in this tireless walking, you teach me not to count on tears
The dough is leavened to bake crisp bread in destiny’s oven
The table is set for your amazing culinary skills to be proven
My candles will all be lit by the incredible stroke of your lightning
And my skies will be ablaze with the glorious rainbow’s sighting
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