although I will always believe
in love like a mustard seed,
I have grown so sick of life-like parables
about empty heartaches and broken promises
that I find it bittersweet to repeat after Job 1:21
as if I can get comfort from monotony--
which isn't to denigrate religion,
but it's difficult to flourish
when you start out
beginnings ablaze at both ends
and I am finally fading and flickering
and while my faith remains strong
in modest beginnings,
we burned out so quickly
my heart can't even find
the time to break
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