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I wait 
in the green and yellow pasture 
where we first made love one Sunday morning 
as church bells rang in the valley below 
sacriligious ~ 
perhaps 
yet I saw all of God's creations that day 
a bit more clearly 
 
I wait 
in the garden where the seed took root 
and the heavens took note 
of these lovers 
in the midst of such 
darkness 
such tragic darkness 
they had found each other 
 
I wait 
knowing that I wait in vain 
knowing that the strength of the unknown 
is greater than even this love 
 
I wait 
because it is all that I can do