So Dearly

Each new dream come true

Within every lingering disappointment

Atop a smokescreen

Comes clear so beggars will see

Every new dream coming true

 

Rising up, shouting loud

Open caverns of bliss and light

Deserving nothing, but misfortune, maybe

Yet grace breaks in

 

Maybe not paralyzed

Maybe not emptied

There could be strength left in these wearied arms

 

Maybe not defeated

Maybe not concluded

Our story and my journey could have kept me going

Without me knowing

 

It’s a weaving and swirling tapestry

It makes not enough sense to me

But, it holds me so completely

You love me, so dearly

 

Copyright ©2004 Andrew Jack Rhodes

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