These burdens.
Heavy now. Dry and burning.
A release will come.
And this slow light will bring direction.
A focus.
In time, the river of healing will run through me.
I imagine it grand. Relentless. Drenching.
Quenching.
Such a dream is daring. Deeply required.
A risky faith; so much is on the line.
A calling. A beauty.
Faster than my thought reaches my recognition,
The escape from fear will be at hand.
And I’ll reach up, stretching to that beautiful star,
On the highest peak. Elevated in air.
Closer to you.
