Your mighty grasp gripped my tiny hand
pulled me from the storm into warmth where flames flickered forms
dancing shadows played like restless children on the walls
hand in hand a peaceful language spoke
wisps of contemplation bent my brow
and I rose in an exhalation of a life work
the vulnerability of my trembling hand shook
and you strengthened me with vision
and I could see you in my fear beckoning
come to me, unto me, come to me, come
The ocean curled beneath
renewing my tears with a salty mist
the sunlight lifted my drooping head
bowed in prayer deep and faithful
a mysterious cloak of unknown province draped my shoulders
underneath the newness of penetrating quiet a butterfly lifted
and as delicate as these wings may be
the earth's gravity had no bearing
though on many things gravity did weigh, but not unto me.
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