Like Clay lovingly take hold of the Prodigal,make rough life experiences smooth.
We played in
Rock-pools.
Years are unfolding,we are works in progress you oh Lord understand.
When can that progress be fulfilled.
Heartbeat of being,recognising you created this life, but still want to debate with you.
Common acceptance, trails, lost,love,life.
You breathed life into myself.
Silence and solitude are not scary
Just in this moment l am seeking.
Searching.
Still know find by these action what l am looking for, will place that with stuff already found.
I trust, just as presently l grieve.
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