I know you can
my eyes
haven't seen
In the word
I can
Conceive...
With songs of praise
Even to your glory
Still, I listen to your story...
man through you may claim his cleanness
I hear you say
My leanness!
My leanness!
Is treachery all around?
Disguised as light?
Something profound?
I don't have the answers.
It's in you I trust.
Ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
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Author:
Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 10th, 2026 08:18
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Comments3
Misunderstandings are the beginning death the end. Well said
Valiantstar, this spoke to me. The movement from praise, to questioning, to trust feels genuine, and the ending brings it all back to our shared humanity. There's a quiet reverence running through the whole piece that I found very moving. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
A poem straight from the heart👏👏
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