nevertheless,

left to ponder

your grace upon

a million days

a million more,

my muddled mind

may find no

resolve to the

question that

disquiets my heart.

confusion, in all

it should take me,

gets bundled and

rather lost beneath

the sanctuary and love

I let myself see.

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