That Heart Would Heal

Spread the corner of your quilt o’er me,

cover me with your warm embrace;

blanket -wrapped on protective sea,

give me courage to retrace

steps of old, into war-torn field,

places where my fears reside;

walk with me into pain concealed

that Heart would heal, and no more hide.

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Tucked In

The garden takes a hard-earned rest

beneath its Mother’s snowy breast;

beneath a quilt of fallen snow,

the roots snore on, tucked in below.