The human soul is a liquid mirror
that wells inside as we are filled
to the brim with Life-giving waters:
Washing away the stain of sin,
Expanding as we learn and grow
to reflect a partial revelation
of His unfathomable visage.
in abundance overflows,
in a moment I know what it means to wait.
For surely there will come a time
when there is no more yours and mine
and we, as one, become His alone.
that phantom flame as it burns dull,
the folly of transgressions past.
And as you fade into that realm
I smile sadly, powerless,
And thank the Lord for second chances.
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