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Jan 2012
She knew me,
from my words and able
to feel my pain that was crouched
in widom and carefully hidden
but nevertheless sometimes I feel
the echoe of old hurts
whispering across my mind
passing like shadows
across my spirit.

I am deeply touched
by her need to heal and soothe
with loves tender touch
and sometimes I feel
as though I do not choose it
but rather it chooses me!

I am helpless to do
anything other than to
let it wash across
my soul.

My heart weeps
and tears flow freely
to mend the wound
and to let joy come
once more
and I can only rest
when I know
that there is peace.

These are only words,
but words are
all I have to take
her heart away.        Jon York     2012
Jon York
Written by
Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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