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I see you through the window
through the rain outside on the sidewalk
shifting from one foot to the other
hesitant to knock.
God dropped you off this morning, didn’t he?
And you’ve never been here before (in my heart, that is)
and so you are shy.
Seriously, God. She is the answer to my prayers?
I never thought much of you before.
Watching you shiver in your thin dress getting drenched
I return to my youthful assessment:
You are just as flimsy, hope, as I always thought.
How in heaven’s name did you get ranked up there with faith and love?
And now yet perhaps maybe
I am wiser and weaker, and it is raining, always raining here.
Maybe I fell for the disguise, and your thin strength is taut wire
holding tons.
A long second and you turn away, so I heave the door and call.
Sorry to keep you waiting, honey.
There now, wipe your feet and come in.
I have a room all ready for you.