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I count the years of patience you gave me
     As I sat inside these walls
          Too afraid to look out into the world
 
     “Don’t ask me to change,”
          I said,

               “I like it in here.”

 
             And you waited . . .
 
“Can’t you see me?”
     I wondered
          “Pressed between these walls so tight

               You’d wonder how I got here

              
          And so I’ll tell you . . .
 
                    I grew up in here
 
I grew into the space
     Until the size of me
          Filled the space to bursting
               And still…
 
          You let me have my time without question
 
And now,
     With wall exploded
          Crumbled into a thousand pieces
               A million pieces

                    To dust, in fact

 
               No,
 
                    Less than dust!
 
     With no walls left
               Where does that leave me?
 

Illuminated

 
          Suffused in light
 
     Green
          Luminescent
               Light of
                    Life
 
I’m standing tall
     In the light of life
          Because you chose to love me
               Without end
 
     You chose to love me without end
          Without (From the) beginning
               And on
                    Into the millennia
 
To the expanses of the universe
     With all its time and space
          Enough to fill it all
               With me in the midst of it
 
     All the way up to this very moment in time
 
          And I thank you for it
 
                    Allow me to thank you for it”
 
                         Amen ~

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2 thoughts on “I Count The Years Of Patience You Gave Me As I Sat Inside These Walls”

    1. What I love about your comment, is that I know that you know exactly what this piece is about from the inside out.

      Love that you comprehend life so deeply.
      Love that you are my dear friend!
      Catherine ~

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