Arms I Never Reached

The Oblation stands, arms wide,

as if the whole sky rests in his embrace

and welcomes everyone but me.

While my place lingers outside,

I ache in the hush of quiet exile.

I wonder if those arms would embrace me

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if I loosened my grip on my pride,

or wandered where gentler hopes lie

instead of chasing a single, distant star.

Would I have found my place beneath that sky,

or was I always meant to watch from afar?

But I dung too hard to a single flame,

and watched my chance grow cold and fade.

For some things, though close enough to trade,

Still drift away-like an untold flame.