Chiseled

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My Love, you took my iron, and turned it into gold,

a soft chisel, shaping and cutting away my roughness

and for the first time I could see the healing

the light so beautiful, and after these years

of river bending, your hand now reaching

towards my head, touching gently

and covering me, with your prayers,

I am finally, one.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2017, ancient skies

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