How Many?

Source of Inspiration

star

I would count
but there are too many
stars, grains of sand
excuses, failures, fears
numbers stacked
upon numbers
numbers without end

How is it that You
call me Beloved
when so often I fall?
You keep on loving me
bad habits and all.

My Child, I would count
the ways I love you
but there are too many
stars, grains of sand
numbers piled on numbers.
My love is without end.
I will love you until eternity
and then back again.

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