He lives-
his each breath
is a calm, placid word
with a shelter,
with the southerly breeze
tucked inside-
to give me a home,
to blow away the sobs still left-
He sings-
his each note
is a cloud-sail
with a fiery dream,
with a skein of geese
flecked on it-
to kindle my soul,
to make it forever free-
He is a forever giver.
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Charity @ Poets United
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