Sunday About Her

Felt

Happy

Blessed

Her presence always somehow

in my heart

When she’s not there

she is

Her peace and love

not a saving grace

nor a desperate call

No disappointment

Just a holding place,

a Chosen grace

The remnants of her last embrace

These things

physically rationed

out to my garden heart

The magnetic force of love

I have

her

condensed and over-flowing

love peace sending

care without a word for days

Her affection joins

and blesses

She blesses

She

 

 

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