I felt the pain within my hands
Into my bones and back
Sought new touch of warmth and light
What pressures could not fight
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Leaking through the barricades
Cracks in musty halls
A light brigade of white on white
Bore up its’ swollen walls
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A yearning for the freedom trail
Exposed, the weakened stalls
The favor of the chides returned
Of giving God the awl
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Prayers to God, to set and mend
The patches held for years
Persistent songs of love and hope
That soften, through the tears
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A perfect time a perfect place
The miracle of God’s will
The call of His ever present love
Met with Jesus, peace be healed
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Kelly S Griswold