A poem by Jacinta Wick Sweetest of whispersRushes of airThrough hell and high waterThrough breezes and gently falling rain,A voice is callingTranscending all time. Surrender of willsBeckoning whispersCalling my name.Inviting my weaknessMy blushing in shameTo be directedBeyond my strengthBeyond my directionBeyond my initiativeTo someone else’s power. Waiting I’ll standStrengthened and bolsteredThrough raging torrent orCalmLight piercing […]
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