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   Beloved, I would sink in the quicksand of shame

were You not my Rock to hold onto. 

You, not far away in some foreign land 

but ensconced within me.

I know to reach for you.

No other substance can help me or hold me.

No addiction or false idol will do.

Only You.

My time is surrendered to trust.

Your gaze is upon me, 
a Mother with a bewildered child.

You look straight in my eyes, speak right to my heart,

with Grace.