I hear the desert when you cry -
wide and open,
empty as Heaven.
I cannot hide from it,
neither the desert
nor your tears.
The angel bade me "Stay!"
with words of tarnished gold
and stolen silver.
What is greatness
laid against your pain?
What of glory
in a thousand years,
while you thirst and I despair?
I hear heaven when you cry -
absent and empty,
an echo of angels
and the glory of God.
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