Open Window

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I see the bricked wall 
Mortared with steel
You guide my eye to a secret passage 

I see a wasteland
But when I kneel
You speak of wonderland waiting for me 

I see starvation
Stones for my meal
You reach out to me with my daily bread

I see the grey rain 
No hope to feel
You fly white flowers in front of my eyes

Yellow like Buttercup 

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Yoga class
A dark, dark street
At the end of the line, please, please, please
My first Home
A Trek not for the faint
The seat of power 
Christmas but not really
Where the mountains meet the sea
At school one day on a lark
Christmas for real this time
New Year’s for sure
With a porch swing
In the mailbox 
Around every corner
God knows where else I’ve forgotten 
I grew honest 
I grew proud
He was there and you were where?

LisaMae

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First fearfully made, consecrated one

Then daughter, blessed by a blood second to none

An auntie, to dear flesh -my heart did they steal

Now “Hi Mom” to Tiger, a cub with my zeal

He blessed me, here I stand, in nothing but grace

Surrounded in mercy’s why I seek His face