Divine Revelation

a gentle whisper

draws me near

a soft whimper

to bring you here

and I wonder

why I strayed

and I ponder

why you stayed

when I left you

waiting for my return

even as you turned

your other cheek

in my betrayal

how meek

I am to think

I had power

over you

that you would cower

and beg me not to go

you only called me back

because you know

what I lack—

the grace,

the face of love.

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