Like Lilies of the Field

You search me and you know me,
You've seen me,
You've heard me,
and you're still here.

In my weakness, you showed patience.
In my hunger, you satisfied.
In my troubles, you consoled
and beckoned me. Where?
To be determined.

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Beneath your blue lights,
my eyes, tired, try
to balance both the weight
and the breadth of hours lost,
of days spent drudging,
of moments now stilled.

But alas, I sit. I see. I wait.
This may not be my bed,
but my head found this place.

Reliant. You hold me sturdy.