I’m waiting.
Every morning,
I get up. I share my story.
I sing my song. I lay it all out.

What do I get in return?
Nothing. That’s what.

I know your steadfast love is the door.
In fact, love is the door all the way.
Love is the only door.

Love is the above all door,
the gate to the all of it all.
I shall enter every wisdom gate, indeed!

You don’t hold the door for those
who abandon the poor,
who say lies like they’re breathing,
who forsake the widow and the orphan.

That’s not your game.

You hold the door open
for the ones who take refuge
in awe and wonder and delight
and of course love. Above all, love.

I’m waiting.
Every morning,
I get up. I share my story.
I sing my song. I lay it all out.

Hear my cries.
I’m entering every wisdom gate,
I’m holding out for love.

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