PS 49

No one can redeem
As such you became No One
Logic of riddles

How firm does it hold
When applied to God as man? 
My trust is in you

"No One will help him"
Thought nesting within nesting
Riddle of my own 

These riddles plague me
Within all these trains of thought
I long to see you 

Please call me your own
Bless me with quiet pastures
I need no splendor 

Be there when I die 
Or when you come to rapture
These will be enough

Please do not delay
My life is only waiting
Uncomfortably so

Please bring me comfort
So that these poems' tunes change
To a lighter note

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