I have been praying for good news,
Not at the pews -
No that is not me,
But the news have come.
After the soaring of the heart,
The excitement and happiness hit-
And melt into fear,
Like I'm about to leap over deep water.
And I suddenly want to hold onto,
All that is familiar, to hold unto,
Somewhere that I am comfortable,
To envy the greener grass on the other side .
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