Touching on it

Slowly I walk up to it and look

Is it really what I seek?

Can it be trusted?

Will it last forever?

Then I hide again

Worried that it isn’t for me

Or I was mistaken.

Once I had given up on it

Then heard a voice that seemed so familiar

It was as if I were looking for it

My whole life.

When the voice uttered the words

There was no room for disbelief

Because I had been waiting my whole life

To hear him say it.

Sometimes I want to dive in and allow it to consume me,

Sometimes I just want to be touching on it.

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