Held Fondly

Soft, gentle like 

The waving

Of butterfly wings,

The rain nuzzles

The parched earth

Of my soul.

Powerful intake

Of vivifying air

Enters the 


of my heart.

And I know

My Father

Enfolds me,

His child, 

In His boundless


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