More or less than dead I was
when you took me in your hands and said;
Hope like stars will light your path
when you close your eyes and let me lead.
A fall, a summer, a winter move
like the sound of your joy throughout the trees
bringing life to this broken earth
and changing branches to growing leaves.
More or less than blind I’d been
till you came and kissed me with all your strength
and I awoke, gasping for a colored breath
and a soul to contain a perfect gift.
a wonder, the laughter, a fearful thrill
like a horizon bigger than our little world
leaving me grasping at a galaxy of thought
for words to repeat what you had done.
More or less than a slave I was
when you bought me for yourself and said,
stay, hope, and only trust –
I shall be your father
and you shall be my son.
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