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Late or early or else

gone to the wrong address

I am a god most 

in need of forgiveness.

 

I love the way you

wonder if I’m near

by holding out the flat

of your hand in prayer.

 

Weeds and roses alike

sip at every drop –

they know I only fall to

lift them up.

 

Tonight I pour

entirely for your sake

and call my name harder and 

harder on the lake.