You held my heart with careful hands.
The truth, through plaster cracked,
Came seeping out in tear-shaped drops.
You listened with respect.
And when the tale was told at last,
"God give peace" you murmured
And gently placed my heart again
in the hands of His of power.
And that is when I knew at last,
the same gift would be yours.
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