How hard it is to pass this fixation;
Stay back, get behind, I’m on my way to--
That is, ‘til here you are --forgetting you;
but too much triggers your reconstitution.
Today your safety my mind coveting
Fearsome world news and your face haunts my mind
Not for fear of your harm, but a thrill find
in quake’s strong tremor we could be sharing.
I care for your safety, warmth and comfort
Stark contrast to your expired concern
That I reach home each night, a safe return
To secure my safety no longer exert
In my worry I feel the sad, new, dearth
Of any hero but Christ on this Earth.
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