Legacy

A poem by Gloriaea

Legacy

Delicate

Pass the plate

From hand to hand

Hold dear

With clenched fists

Masks of white wool

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But I wonder

*

With which fingers

Will you catch the rain

Droplets of grace

From the One

Who gives living water

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Or mine

Something greater

Than the yellow dust

That could change a life

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Or hold a precious spring bearer

Dearly loved

And raised

To live with open hands

~ Gloriaea…