God of morning light
and singing birds,
come find me.
Is my heart still in
the shadows?
Make a way to me.
You who have
lit the day
and promise us
that we can have You
in all places,
let this be true
when we are waking
with aching chests
and puzzled hearts.
For even when
we are blue,
that is where we
closest find You.
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