A blanketed window fell
after I stepped into a space of grace
Never asking why, this wasn't my wish
but I had decided to be here with you God
Who was fanning the furnace
while You and I stood within
speckled shades, they were wearing, ash, crescent, glasses
orange and yellow sparks and white light burning away the dross
How precious it is to me that I did not ask
to receive your grace and favor
What a precious place to be. Transparent. Hated. Free.
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