This hand is bitterness
We want to taste it,
Let the hatred numb our sorrows.
The wise hand opens slowly,
To lilies of the valley and...
This is what it means to be held
How it feels,
when the sacred is torn from your life...
And you survive
This is what it is to be loved,
and to know
That the promise was when everything fell...
We'd be held....
Held ~Natalie Grant
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