Revelation

Our portion is empty
our fields used up
our hearts loaned out

to a far-away chance,
a spittle of spirit.

We wrestle
in the dregs
clinging to hope to survive; survival to hope.

The slightest shade
is an infusion of oxygen,

a dearly desired breath
of the potent revelation:
perfect love
drives out
all fear.

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