Perhaps this wait
For You
Was always
There,
Perhaps...
Otherwise
me would not have declared-
O You light
How blinding me
You me wake up...
Perhaps
This wait can never be more holy
For this wait is like a folly
Which keeps me there
Every day, every moment, like a dreamy layer...
Perhaps this wait is light...
Like smiling face mine, bright,
Like a free kite,
Like a revelry, eternalised,
Like an undying sprite...
Perhaps this wait
Is like getting full Your bless...
Your cool, your depth,
Your Glory,
Your ambrosaic tunes,
Your Hopes,
Your Joys.
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