Things that hold me together

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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