There Is a Space Or Void Where Love Was Sent
Between the world and how we represent
The nameless by a name and even place
There is a space or void in our intent.
What mother saw, what father really meant
How love and hate might intertwine in space?
In our own world, what can we represent?
In writing, there is lack and letters bent
For ancient writing often scholars traced
There is a space or void in our intent.
Today the sun is golden, gods descend.
With love, for moments, we are all embraced
Of the felt, what can we represent?
Our willingness unblinds the heart so rent
And then we see the face within his face
The space is filled with love when we repent
I cross my eyes with fingers interlaced:
The crucifix, the love, the death of Christ
Between the world and what we may attempt
There is a space or void where he was sent.
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