what love
is this,
that seeks the shadow
side of me,
the turmoil, the guilt,
the doubt, the despair,
the hidden secrets
long burried
and forgotten
even by myself
'til lovecomes
knocking
wooing,
calling,
drawing me to
be whole
and holy
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what love is this
that sits
with silence,
gently tenderly
binding my wounds
and healing my heart,
picking out the broken
pieces ,
the glass like
shards
of regret,
remorse and sorrow,
pouring forgiveness,
as an accepting balm
to make me whole,
to remind me
I am holy...
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what love
is this?
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