Sacred things.
Keeping secrets,
Listening when you’re busy
Holding memories tight
And opening your heart.
Loving the unlovely
Smiling when you’re worn
Patiently tying a child’s shoe
And opening your heart.
For all the sacred thoughts and dreams
For holy smiles and words
For sunshine on a winter’s day
We hold our sacred things
Gently, like young children,
And sacredly open our hearts.
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