Confessional #5

We were burning origami cranes,
you and I;
in the shelter beneath the rain,
all dry.

And I–

held mine out,
to a starless sky,
and rasped the name
of God,
I have hated
all my life.

But insincerity spills,
and topples the ranks,
of golden calves

Now the test of love,
now the opportunity for grace,
an endless storm of arrows
piercing,
deep within the heart.

Rain pours,
you and I know
the sparks that we have ignited.
As we look
at one another
through the fire.

I pray the rain,
to make me sane,
and bring me home at last.

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