when my exhausted back is aching
and my weathered hands are shaking,
when my tired eyes need waking
and my cluttered mind needs a’raking
there you are, tugging at frayed edges
that need staking,
helping pick up the jagged pieces
that are crumbling and breaking
never turning away
from love’s work that’s painstaking,
investing in the us
that’s forever in the making
we’ve found holy land
in this sacred giving and taking,
and everyday I’m blown away –
because my love for you is earthshaking
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That third stanza is everything. Such beautiful poetry. Truly enjoyed this piece. β€
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Thank you, Marie, I’m so happy you enjoyed it. π
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beautifully done, Angela. π
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Thank you, Eric!
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Perfection!!
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Thank you, Robin!
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Fabulous, Sister of mine β€οΈ
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Thank you, Rita!
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You are welcome π
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Beauitul
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Thank you, Holly.
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you are welcome!
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