Show me….

Show me the hole in the fabric of pain.
Tell me the story again and again.
Mention the mystery will heal me in time.
Rock me to sleep in a sweet foreign clime.

Open the sky to a far deeper blue.
Fasten the shutter so I won’t see you.
Let the rain fall on the graceful green fern.
Let the rose drink while it still has a turn.

Move all the pieces of puzzle in place.
Refigure the love on that dear little face.
Remind me that loving is nothing to steal
and that mercy is always behind me at heel.

Vicki Woodyard

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