Eaten

Where was He when I was hurting
what if we became His hearers
learners, leaners, healers

He could be right Here, Heaven
on Earth, Their will heard, done, or
gore a poor us, most hurting ones

They found me burned again
never turning ears away, e’en
brought me youth t’steal’n play

They are Here when we are hurting
I unfear and charm Them, most
purple nights, here in our Garden

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