Ala

My throat is parched,
and yet I revel in an ocean.
My hand is empty,
but still I hold the secrets of the earth.
My head is bowed in humble submission,
but look! I behold the glory of the stars!

This is my feast,
and you are welcome.
I pray for you the strength
to look beyond the door.





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