Always an observer
I watch the tender scene.
The blessed mother covers her child,
sparing him life's harm.
Studying the loving parent,
Instinctively knowing she is me;
I forgive myself indiscretions
spun in the name of protection.
Last night just beyond my dreams,
senses soared above the clouds;
the ones that tether me to the ground--
the ones that keep me earthbound.
Pondering pure moments in my life,
resting wide-eyed upon a feather bed;
I pull innocence ever closer to me--
then tip toe to the brink.
It is mine for the taking,
a gift given at birth.
I surrender to God's full worth.
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