Awakening ...
Reaching hands
fingertips touching
Clasping.
Finally.
Pull me down
to golden depths of you
where quiet awaits in breathless peaceful.
Wrap your broken mind around my
grateful soul
and hear the healing songs of
God’s spirit ....
hummingbird wings as they kiss your cheek
spring breezes through autumn pines
incoming tide in twilight sleep
winter’s first snowfall ~
open your eyes
remember mine
and
take my hand ...
Copyright © Jill Martin | Year Posted 2007
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