I awoke this morning
And my thoughts lay all with you
A mirrored sense of loss
The twined threads
Of joy and sorrow
The privilege to be
The gentle hand
That guides a soul to rest
Unbroken line returning
To other loves they knew
Or born again
Within a pure new child
Unknown weavings from
The Worlds’ Creator
The golden thread unbroken
In life
In love
In you.


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