Come quickly Lord
To kick the doors
Out of my locked
And alarmed heart.
Break the windows,
Weather-sealed, and
Let your winds and
Rains awake me.
Let your lightnings
Terrify, though
You are God of
More than thunder.
Call your children
Through the doors and
Empty hallways
Of my vacancy.
Fill every room
Beds with weary
Tables with starved
Silence with song.
All buildings burn
Down in the end.
Let my ruins
Be a temple.
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