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Monday, December 27, 2010


awakened in the quiet
and still of  night

faint words of hope,
 delicate as snowflakes
 drifting gentle to earth ,
whisper to my ear

tell my heart to listen

alive from sleep
I touch the new of morn
help me hear you  Lord
I pray  I would hear