in silence
I noticed her
The Spirit
next to me
I asked her
which comes first
vanity arrogance or anger
She placed her
gentle hand on my shoulder
and said
Son
the closed heart comes first
My heart broke open
To the relief of my soul
I began to cry
the heavy tears of sorrow
Spirit embraced me
she kissed my wet cheeks
then whispered in my ear
Beloved
these tears are
the seed and water
for your
open fertile ground
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