Image source: Backyard of My families country home in Estonia
You can almost hear it
Whispering
Nothing
There’s layers of it
Each one wiser
Entrenched in it all
You can hear a call
A cry even
Sobbing for You
Waiting
And when You answer it, the sweet relief, overwhelming love of it flows through You once more
Knowing
Just knowing
Nothing more
It slows You down
Grasping Your every sense
False pretense
Humbling
Presence
So sweet
And neat
The feat
Of nothingness
Longing for Your embrace,
Ian Altosaar
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