You stand some blocks away
Dipping into the heart
I behold your secret sway
Ripping all my pretences
Revel thee in thine ever-presence
Roaring laughter rearing a doubt
Round about ways of the winning fate
Abounding glory, abiding grace
Thwarted desires, thirsting passions
But ever and ever your Hand is there
Somewhere, somehow, salvaging me
Standing atop the Hills, south or north,
Reclining across the rivery beds
A rare stealth of vision I beg of Thee
Just to compose my hungry soul
That you are the self-same You
Down my memory lane.
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