So Dearly

Each new dream come true

Within every lingering disappointment

Atop a smokescreen

Comes clear so beggars will see

Every new dream coming true


Rising up, shouting loud

Open caverns of bliss and light

Deserving nothing, but misfortune, maybe

Yet grace breaks in


Maybe not paralyzed

Maybe not emptied

There could be strength left in these wearied arms


Maybe not defeated

Maybe not concluded

Our story and my journey could have kept me going

Without me knowing


It’s a weaving and swirling tapestry

It makes not enough sense to me

But, it holds me so completely

You love me, so dearly


Copyright ©2004 Andrew Jack Rhodes


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