When all is crisis turn first to me:
bow and prostrate and pray –
do this not for me, but for you, O fragile heart
for you to remember your core
© Meisaan Chan
Strength in the storm
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Thank you! Bless you!
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You’re welcome, Karen – and many thick blessings to you, too. -mc