your face has cascaded down like leaves in autumn's sequence
i see you have grown fainthearted,
famished by the quotidian succession
the savor of the vine has left your tongue of communion,
for your wineskin has not been preserved
you have been drawn away led astray by frivolous desire,
but this deterrent will not hold you down, nor hold you back
lift your chin and open your eyes, for the sky is falling on you
for in your wanting you have been found
in your search His eyes have not turned
return to your first love and shatter this daily cycle