Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts Poems

I sit,
Begging for the crumbs,
that fall from Your table.
Feed me Lord-
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Your timing,
was undeniable.
That day in sweet September.
In the shadow of night fall...
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What is the day?
So long has one asked.
The day is -uh-I don't know.
Minutes to hours -Years measured by dreams.
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My heart always wondered,
If there was a memory
That was engraved
In anyone's heart,
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It was a sunny day.
A brilliant, beautiful....
First day of May...
I pull you back.
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It must be beautiful
to see the stars
sitting on tops of mountains...
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Oh if...
If my heart followed you...
Where would my feet be?
Would I be able to remember?
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The Sweetest Love,
I have ever known...
Came to me,
all of its' own...
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In the voice of the wind.
My heart calls-
but the only answer it hears
is my own...
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In my heart,
You are hidden...
A weight -
I must carry alone...
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