| Benevolence Pulled in your direction, the fear a subtle fog think now of a magnet, feel that old low call. Instruction settled slowly on my heart, small and warm to steal a breath (from parted lips) strong finger bent, no harm you restore when things are tight that subtle nudge can feel alright With only you to blame (me), I suddenly give in redeemable surrender, that letting go of whims. Trying hard to see the trees damn roughage in my head planned or wild growth (who will know) what lies (but) still, we're fed. You restore when that ache beats that gentle rain a pulsing heat All I want then all i need, light fog behind my eyes telling me to listen close and shifting (to) my size. I wonder if you meant the things you planted in my soul are you the master gardenher making all things, ebb and flow. You restore when things are tight that subtle nudge just feels all right. (c) 2003, MDVS as CSF 9/24 |
| More to come, thanks for the inspirations, everyone!! Psalms 23:4 |
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