Praise Be
Praise Be
He unmuted the music inside of my mind and
Injected poetry into my fingers
Praise be! My film noir world is alive in Technicolor once more
You see, with him, even the greyest of clouds have hues of blue alluding to the skies ahead
He took a woman drowning in dread and showed her how to breathe underwater
I'd say he answered my prayers, but my prayers lack adequate imagination
For he is bigger than anything I could possibly conceive, warmer than what I would have ever believed, quietly shifting my shape like tectonic plates.
Praise be, praise be.
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