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The Library - Fiction for the Heart The Gift
From Soul to Spirit/Heart
pct - 01/21/03
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I didn't see you, till I felt you. And then it was too late. My heart heard your wounds singing a mournful song and oh, how sweetly I loved I longed to hold you I wept to comfort you I felt your pain and I knew it as raw and deep and death-ridden as my own. And oh, how sweetly I longed to bring you warmth reassurance healing love... I wanted to bring color to your gray world. And softness. Snuggles and soothing kisses and a shoulder to cry on. I wanted to listen while you cried. That was the gift I had to offer. But you would not let me hold you. You would not let me near your bereft baby boy. You turned on me with anger and even... hatred. Why was I so cruel to try to make you remember your pain? Why would anyone be so stupid and cruel. Useless tears. Useless pain. Useless woman. This gift I would have brought to our bower, does not please you... does not comfort you... It is of no value to you. The love I have to give, is of no value to you. I grieve to leave you in this grayness. But my color my warmth my comfort my deep loving arms are nothing to you. I grieve to leave you in this grayness. I grieve to leave you. I grieve. |