who am i if not a slave to your desire? bound by desperate want, coveting each inch of your merciful being. the clocks tick and tick, and i am reminded yet again that your infallible grace is temporary. i weep for those whose souls are not touched by the rays of your being. for they will never experience the ecstasy of simply witnessing all that you are. i weep for those who cannot begin to comprehend all that they will never feel or know, for they will never feel or know you. and when your essence becomes dust amongst the stars, not a scrap of your sanctified soul living in the plain of life, i will weep, for to live in a universe without you is simply not to live.