Fervently I wished for white, a silken wan today.
Instead, I got gray wind, gray sky, gray soul.
The cold kept us in, left us only ourselves.
So many prayers paralyzed on my lips,
So many subtle slips of the waferless tongue,
When, like David, all I want to do is dance.
I found You hiding between the bars of hymns
The wind discovered in the barren branches.
Hand in hand, We left to look for Lazarus.
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