Strings
Submission
not a word
we
embrace unless
for
our own pursuits
on
our time and pleasure.
Yet
unseen we are
still
bound to the
inner
desires pulling
actions
like puppet
strings
hidden behind
decorated
curtains.
Unless
we accept
grace’s
gift.
Then
love abounds
gathering
all our threads
into
words of art.
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