Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Respite

That lift, those arms don't know or seek, just
Hold sweet and close. Wash soft love over
Brokenness. Over cataracted gaze, and muffled moan.
Bundle in sobs, clutch in wrath form coldening.
Let fly but grieve chance to love more, save
One more, but save, you did, save
Hope, faith; soul winked out with goodness
Waved on and swift, on highroad of your gift.

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