In the Morning

Swollen heart-
opening pain’s letter
awaiting reply in hopeful accord.

Gray sky indifference,
distanced birds sing
quiet tunes about congruency.

Immediate hands held
cannot repair damages-
Love came through years ago declaring eternity’s hello.

Jesus-
salt healing may bring cleansing,
but only in light are we brought clarity.

Clasped hands
nothing more am I-
than a needy child in the crook of my Father’s wanting.

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