Oh God, you’ve helped me up until today,
so why should I now fret and start to say
(because of pain I'm in) “You’ve gone away!”
Instead I can “use words”, or just display
my pain to you. “It hurts!” And while I feel
this pain I start to know some that seem real
but might be covered, or just brought to heel,
by pain-killers until their cause is healed.
I think that is what I have come to know
you as: “the healer, and who makes good grow”.
The fact that you allow us to join, so
we even grow in agency, might show
some sillyness on your part, (for you do
this kind of thing a lot), and I love you
a lot for letting me join up with who
is most creative, and most wise to boot!
“But I am made of clay, and feel so small.”
Yet when I let our “partnership” recall
the unseen part, then I can stand up tall,
and also keep a space in me to fall
into your satisfying hold of me
in tender care, and know I’ll always be
upon your mind, as is my lady, she
is more-so when she shares quite openly
her heart, and unseen thoughts and feelings too.
And this brings me again, right back to you.
“My tooth is sore. I don’t know what to do -
I’ll ring that dentist. Thanks for wisdom new!”
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