I was told to ask for a sign
A message from my angels
Something so little, so obvious, so simple
"Let the thought come to you"
The voice said in the Hereafter
"Check in 3 days, no more
And you'll find your answer"
Well, here we are now
What more could I ask for?
If as a simple as a Black Strawhat
A Golden ribbon...
If I can't find even this from out of heaven
Then forget all these guides
I'll find my own way back to Eden
And yet...
If it would appear
In a sighting on this Earth
In a view as crystal clear,
Then I'm swoon; I'm taken
I here by shall humble this crooked soul upon bread unleavened
And the sips i take, will be under Your own vineyard scoreboard
The I in me will focus
These ears will listen attentive
And may We, all in One together,
Jot the new verses down
Of a strayed messenger
All the more now, repentive
©palewriter
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