Hope

I heard your breath
In the luminent air
That held me as I walked 
A broken and proud man
Fierce and fearsome and beautiful
As the light
In warmth and coolness
Caressed my hands
And face
A holy whisper:
There is a hope for you
That has nothing at all to do
With your anxious striving

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