I do not find myself looking for a God
My higher power is his too fast heartbeat
It is the less vocal voice speaking my name
The eyes of my brother speaking paragraphs
My higher power is clay in hands
Forming new possibilities
Brush to paper
Forming new choices
Music from strong voices, or from the soft rain
as long as I can sing along too
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Author:
Til_lyMae (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is mostly about the three most important men in my life. My boyfriend, the kindergarten boy i mentor, and my youngest brother. Just things that matter to me :)
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