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When winds are too weak to lift me she breaks my fall,
Unlocking forces so strong I soar through the depths of night.
Even as I sleep She wraps my dreams amongst the warmth of clouds.
She is my lullaby.
When Jehovah is too high to reach me she opens my mind,
Revealing my own spirituality, paths beyond.
Her colours unleash me and I evolve.
She is my belief.
On an horizon where mountain peaks split halos, She unwinds me.
Into poppy fields; red, blue, black, newborn green.
Her love is seeded in me,
And I am her child.
Today has been too long, so she breaks to night.
A rejuvenated moon pierces the sky, awakening my eyes.
This is my beginning, my middle, my demise.
For she is my all
Copyright © Naomi Jenkins | Year Posted 2008
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