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Tender gift
of lifting
one’s hands,
understanding

there’s a force
enforcing
that promise
sprung from

a distant source,
sweet resource
of laughter
and peace after

storms lift
and as swiftly
bright wings
singe us, singing.

Dumbfounded,
one’s bound
to become
one consumed.