Dear Lord

I was born for you to decipher.

One foot in limbo,

my heart with Venus above,

my head in the Holy Church—

I’ve been waiting for your answer

since the very beginning of the world.

You too were born for me:

with your likeness over my heart,

to remind me where I am from.

I cross this desert, gasping.

The final word

must burst forth

from your lips.

If only

in the moment

when I cease to be.