Half my love might fit into a song.
In times of prayer I look for you to hold,
Reaching for you more as I grow old,
Taking, as I gave when I was strong.
Years have turned the tides of Being towards you.
Now my hopes are reconfigured for you:
In me there's no bright dream for which I long,
Nor measure of my pride as I behold
Each day the grace your childhood foretold.
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