I was to write you a poem today
But I made a confession instead.
Without your light my days a sad grey.
Flowers looked upon with dread.
Your gently devoted kindness
Is an infinite source of strength.
Like looking upon a great blue ocean
And feeling captivated by its length.
Your wisdom is an endless well
Of knowledge effortlessly attained.
Like looking upon a great blue ocean
And feeling it’s genius to be ordained.
I come to you a hopeless sinner
Feebly yearning for salvation.
Like looking upon a great blue ocean
And feeling unworthy of it’s creation.
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