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For me…

March 16, 2014

Poetry is:
the fruit Of
work
Other unwieldy Pain
Confusion
Suffering
Reborn into joy.
It is forgiveness
Vine ripened
Prayer rendered
Dripped onto parched lips
From the lover
To the loved
From the servant
To the served.
We are all poetry
Loved into life
Bless me humble
To drink Your love.

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