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"Dead leaves lay still until the wind takes them here and there: even the last flower is withered, but there is beauty in decay - Constance La France

             I was the wilted flower 
       That you watered back to life.
You're closer than a stalking shadow 
                In my hour of need.
          You're my light in the dark 

      You see the beauty in my scars.
   When languishing in despondency,
              You elevate my spirits
       Ocean floor to mountain peak,
        If not to a much loftier height 

              I was the wayward leaf 
You caught amid a tempestuous wind,
           Saving me from being lost. 
     I was the bird with a broken wing - 
    In flight - that you never let plunge 

          Into catastrophe like Icarus;
              You cushioned my fall.
     Each time I'm sucked neck-deep 
         Into life's bottomless abyss,
              You unfailingly pull me...

                 Back to the surface,  
                    Heavenly Father. 
          You're my ever dependable 
                 Constant gardener;
               My deus ex machina.


Writing Challenge - D Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Date written: 06/05/2023

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