Lord, you are all that I have.
I build my house on sand,
but what is it that holds up the shores?
The coasts crumble into the ocean;
they are swallowed up by the sea.
The sun dries up the sea;
the creatures of the deep are no more.
The sun fades like a dying bulb;
the land and the sky cease to be.
Land and sky envelope me;
like a fog, shadows consume me.
I look for you in the darkness.
I know you are the Last Thing left.
I stop looking for you--
you have wrapped yourself around me.
20 Dec. 2007
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