Will you burn me in the morning,
as the sun burns the oxygen we breathe,
as the sun burns in the black satin sky.
Your touch is an epiphany in my world,
it brings me back to life daily,
it enables me to taste of life's sweetness.
With you the impossible is possible,
like the blind seeing miracles,
like the deaf hearing God's word.
You have touched my dead spirit,
bringing back my hope for the future,
bringing me back, to the world of the living. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2020
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