Your Constant Presence

Your constant presence
Shatters my defences,
As washed up on your shore,
A thousand tiny pieces come together,
And ten thousand years of searching,
Of dirt and dust and emptiness,
Are over.


And what was broken,
Becomes whole,
And what was lost,
Becomes found.


My sweet soul companion,
‘Till this day I had never eaten,
Nor drunk, nor slept, nor breathed.
And now I understand.
And now I believe.

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