...I've lingered long in fields of toppled idols, searching for a grain of desire in the rubble, even at your whisper of "beyond."


Before You now, the summation of all I could want, is my honest grief for the years, hours, minutes I wasted in those fields, waiting for the idols to resurrect. Their broken pieces did not assemble. I cursed even the dust.

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Still, You will redeem what the locust has eaten, the desolation and foolishness. Grant me this white dress to wear, and I'll say yes again and again.  I'll cast aside my wandering rags for the banquet-wear of the Bridegroom...