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Wednesday, October 19, 2016

Beckon Her

 
 
Beckon her not with words,
her need is not of voices.
Beckon her not with a gaze,
her desperation is blind.
Beckon her not with a rose,
fragrance quiets not her cry.
Beckon her not with nectar,
sadness knows not hunger.
Beckon her with a gentle touch,
of all,
Grace is found there.
 
 

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