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Wolf's Poetry
Hand to Hold
Standing alone I turn my eyes
to the expanse of sky.
The moon, waxing almost full
illuminates the night as day.
Without a hand to hold I stand
silent, watching, still.
Not another human within reach
No one near to touch or hear me.
And yet, I am at peace.
Not lonely, not afraid.
I feel Your arms surrounding me
Your love reaches and fills my heart.
You hear my unspoken words
You know my silent wishes.
You, in ways I do not understand,
provide the peace.
You are the hand I hold.
~~Erin Metcalf~~
© 1997
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