Grant Me This Wish

I play by ear, the concord appears
The phoenix labours like a tired flame,
Wings inward,
My ashes have risen to make an onerous claim;
In a nutshell, By the ocean,
In a clamshell, The pearl sparkles;

Should I Be ForGiven ToNight?

Should (by definition)
Of graces easily handed,
Praise loosely masked,
I be granted the benefit of doubt?

My selfish wish swirls in
The glass of time, purple and molded
The failings of a twenty one year old
Acts like a prism in a breaking ray of sun

If the Lord could meet me, much like
The delivery, of simple little missionaries,
he could see me kneel, the questioner
At Heel, ready to follow, but looking to heal,
The question lost; but

If it could fulfill it’s destiny, If I could make a promise,
In exchange for the kiss of Grace

I would kiss the splendor of life’s fruit
Treasure the gift of a personality abandoned,
Renew the fantasy of a life begun
Anew.

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