Cream cheese and olives,
a little mayonnaise
and white bread.
Just like my grandma
used to make.
What does it take to get you back to
a place where you've been?
Is it a holy fire
or a peace within?
Why do I long for what I cannot have,
buy, or take?
My only request is of a lesser virtue.
Love, no matter what the cost,
the case, or issue.
It's a high price to take
this heart upon the cross.
Will you free me?
Save me that way?
That's all I have to pray.
Written originally on 02-11-08.
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