Poetry

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Father, it’s coming, that need to be gathered
I feel the rustle of the wind
Has found its way through a break in the wall
To rattle my heartstrings again

Spring is dancing outside, I long to step in
My heart makes the leap, and I sigh
It is only a vision, yet incomplete
I turn and your gaze meets my eye

Gather me, Father, draw me up close
Allow me to fold in your arms
Your heart speaks to mine, silent whispers so clear
Far, far from the world and its charms

Your love is my love, your strength is my strength
Yours is my vision and peace
You lift me gently to walk once again
Within the sure arm of your reach

When the strings to the pieces of the puzzle of my life
Have fallen, and toss in the wind
You take each string in the palm of your hand
And gather me, once again

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