I felt a weariness, a slowness,
A weakness in the spine
I cast about for strength
(I had misplaced all of mine)
And you rang on the phone
And you talked to me of rest
Of hindsight-growth and forward-hoping
He always (always?) gives the best
(Even though it sometimes feels
Like His best is very strange,
Like five exams at once
-But on the fifth, a stronger range -)
It wasn't what you said, but rather
That you talked to me of Him -
And your words were like a breath of air
When the oxygen's grown thin.
And you didn't know I needed
You:
Your words, your heart, your time
And to hear my heartbeat echoed back
From your end of the line.
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