Found
February 3, 2005  |  Musings/Poetry

Found

Emerging from a quiet corner
The one who pursued me all this time
My clumsy hands fumbled in your grace
My eyes aren’t used to this light
But now i hear you breathing
And now i sense your peace
I’ve quieted my selfish mind
And let your love capture me

-aj

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