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I want to paddle away in a canoe,

silently gliding over water



find myself in some mountain, some open field

lay my head on the grass; hear earth speak



why

so quietly this heart weeps;

whispers things to me,

that I cannot fix; cannot help

?



self-discovery in another's

arms; holding.  shelter.

(from)

This age, these centuries - storm.

Rain.



(desperate heart, sullenly calls for The Flood;

let the earth start again

let her... breathe)



In his arms,

she stirs.

Hears the sound of water lapping at the shore;

heart softens.



Forgive them father; they know not what they do.



She breathes.