The fruit of the Spirit is gentleness…

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Resting close
Breath misting me
Sweet like new grass
Shaped
Around these bones
You come
And stay
A while

And me-
I cry

Like the small thing
That I never stopped being

This skin scraped sore
From falling

I know my need

For you

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