trying a new medium...well, an old medium I don't usually share...and a poem to go along with it. (btw, it's reversed on the computer from the original)
offerings
why is this hard?
it's only dreams
some worn-out hopes
less than it seems
I piled them high
each filled parchment
scraps of heart songs
memories spent
a few pens too
symbols of more
lines yet to be
now I kneel poor
I don't want it
this burden deep
I give You it
raise my hands, weep
hides a ram close?
or do I die?
take my Isaac
my only cry
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