While the house creaks
And my muscles twitch.
Spring announces its nearness,
And as I walk down slick, slushy streets,
I come face to face with fawns
Whose feet are set surely as mine on the hillside,
And face to face with one
to whom I must be your witness.
Wherever I am, and whoever I greet,
I rest in the palm of your hand.
When I come to the end of my strength
And come to the end of myself,
I find You there. I have nothing to fear,
Your great love is what compels my heart to beat.
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