by Teri T Lahmon

I told
of how you speak to me in dreams
when fears are at rest
and I am open to your word-
we play games
of hide and seek
where you teach that even as
I am searching
you are always here.
I sang of how my life
has been a succession
of near disasters
but that you kiss my brow
smooth my hair
and whisper "I hear you, My Child."


Posted on 10/05/2005
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