Somewhere between the earth and sky
Where our human-spirits occupy
We open our hearts
To soar to fly
This precious gift of life and love
Given to us by God above
So able to expand and grow with feeling
your spirit is able to transcend limits of being
Or
Battered and bruised and scarred and torn
A shell of what it was when born
A mere reflection of its hope and light
Forlorn
Be gentle with mine heart.
For it is fragile
And beauteous all the same
Be gentle with mine heart.
For I am unable…
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