PS 132

LORD, remember me
When I have lost all thoughtform
I rest upon you

You fashioned a place
So that I might feel at home
I thank you for that

You've stayed by my side
Long beyond when it made sense
By human logic

I'll call you a friend
When I finally reach Zion
When we can embrace

Hallways filled with words 
Pulling out the ones you need
Arches etched with ink

Resonant stories
Levels sliding into place
The whole being summed

I long for these things
We'll await the horn to grow
Please grant me patience

Will there be a crown?
I wish to hold my head high
When our eyes meet, Lord

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