Forgot my sight in hidden thoughts
Fiery desires long to think
An angel or a saint
For finer things to be remembered
by me
Then it happened, a reckoning of sorts,
I found my heart bestowed by God
No waste was lain
In a fraud’s eyes I was in an insomniac‘s dreams
Found in my rapture
the joy to behold
Blessed beyond measure
Filled by sight
Announced, found, forgotten, not
me here I stand
Faith restored
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