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Oh–my Lord,
here I sit.
Between the potent cusp of my future,
and the ripe layers of my past.
you peer through it all;
every desire,
every fault,
every ethic.
And I wait,
O, I am rife with anticipation!
Use me, Father!
I was made for your kingdom;
let me further it!
my life, a sacrament–fragrant, sincere.
My feet are fashioned to dance;
my lungs to utter praises,
my ears to listen!
My heart and my tears to swell and overflow,
I cling to your robes’ end,
and every whisper of your breath.
Everyday, scoop me up.
My life for you, take it all,
leave nothing left.
Tony Le Calvez