He went straight to the
at the very very back
where Little Girl lay very still
and didn't cry.
His robe was dusty, stained
it smelled of fish and workingman.
His hands were callused, worn and scarred
with fishinglines, woodwork, and nails.
He touched my cheek
I told Him all the things
we Never Tell Anyone.
I drenched his shoulder with a child's
He smiled with me.
Dawn glows new on Mount
where His feet dance
and my heart dances, too.
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