Deliver me.
Through light and into darkness.
By gentle hands this terrible work done.
By swelling hearts' trembling hope.
Deliver us.
Through laughing little bells
Through fleece and fluffy cotton
Through the comfort and the fear.
Fast-forward to the next one.
Deliver me.
Give me your heavy arms to hold.
By gentle weeping hearts
By tired hands pressed into prayer
By your story's sorrow told.
And here we find you broken at the last, but this labor's love's not lost.
1 comment:
Yes, absolutely publish. Your work is the stuff of genius. Angel has been read 546 times and your work is so far beyond the best I could aspire to be.
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