Monday, 14 July 2014

Beneath My Heart

I am thinking of you, whoever you are
And holding you lightly
Here- just under my heart - in the 
Place reserved for God.


I expect that comes as a surprise! 
But it shouldn't: daughter, cousin, friend,
Anyone, everyone,
You are all precious.

I guess what I am finding words to say
Are those we would - if we were wise -
Whisper, or shout,
Or  pass like salt over dinner: 

"You, whoever you are, are loved.
And held, quietly,
Beneath the heart of God
And here, if lightly,
In my hand."


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