Fast-motion

The days slip by

As silk through fingers.

My trust is concrete

But fear still lingers.

Ever knocking at that door

Between tree and bird,

Is my God asking

If his voice has been heard.

Yes my King,

My love and joy.

Your daughter hears;

Her lips rejoice.

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