I once was young and now I'm old, but I have never seen the righteous forsaken or his seed begging bread
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Sacred Things
Sacred things.
Keeping secrets,
Listening when you’re busy
Holding memories tight
And opening your heart.
Loving the unlovely
Smiling when you’re worn
Patiently tying a child’s shoe
And opening your heart.
For all the sacred thoughts and dreams
For holy smiles and words
For sunshine on a winter’s day
We hold our sacred things
Gently, like young children,
And sacredly open our hearts.
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