Gomer

I have left my first love
and though it was I who fled
it is I who am forlorn.

Where is my hope?
What, now, is my promise?
What first step led to this chasm so deep and seemingly complete?

My eyes turn to find him
though the distance is great
and the path dark.

Maybe it is possible
to run out of opportunities
for another great return.

Maybe even God can only bear so much.

Where is my hope?
What, now, is my promise?
Is there a reason for tears when no one who will see will understand?

Hope and promise for a fleeting pleasure, barely more than a bowl of stew to the hungry.

I am undone.

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