neither here nor there….

steal away.

steal away with me.

steal away with me to a secret place…..

steal away with me.

you with your lovely face…..

steal away with me.

we will steal away from this darkest night

steal away with me, and dance, dance with me into the light.

 

Sometimes I process things, and pray for friends , through poetry.  Its just one of those weird things about me.  I have a close friend who is on my mind, and several times this week, I have jotted down short prayer/ poems for her.  And for me, I guess.  My Father knows this about me, apparently, he created it.  And so,  I believe that it moves his heart.  He is moved to action out of compassion for his children.

 

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