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the love river flows, then
sinks below ground
sludge, slime and mud remain,
mud, rocks, rotten leaves
crayfish or salamander corpse
in a trickle of silty murk
sharp shingle cracked
by ice and sun
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step with steadfast care
do not abandon this place
hold heart-close the river’s fullness
beneath your feet
pray for the rain of grace
But the love remains Kim. It is there in him even if it’s not available for you to see.
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Thank you, Judith. I’m fortunate to have a lot of support.
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