Down on my knees,
I’d get in my spirit,
tending to my wounds.
Touching quarry -deep.
Tapping rain excavating debris,
Down on my knees, there is a word
that speaks beyond what I can see,
There is a faith in me,
There is a gentle resting place,
It has always been,
As I take time,
Down on my knees again….
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