God writes me...

i, too, know
how to write 30.

whatever,
this enormous darkness
my eyes close.

i always look
up to Someone
who spells my name
and who knows
how to say it
correctly....

He understands.
He knows when.

it is not a matter of
waiting or winning
it is a matter of
Mercy and
Will. His.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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