Was a child
An infant
In flight
In slow descent
A rasping
Desperate cry
Without words
To express the pain
That cannot be
Consoled
By a mother's
Total tenderness
Nothing at all avails
Until flight is ended
And we whimper
Into relieved silence
Quivering
Sleeping
My Soul
Is a child
That soon forgets
Its distress
As God forgets
My sin
And I am Lazarus
Waking
Called forth
Into Sonlight
In Christ
And by Him
Unbound
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