This one I give to you. It’s different from the heap.
This one I give to you. The others I will keep.
I bless my situation, though I haven’t got a clue
How to solve this problem, what to or not to do.
I pray for resolution. Please lift this weight from me.
I know you have a plan that I hope one day to see.
It shows up in my dreams. It’s with me every day -
A deep unyielding sadness, that longs to go away.
I’m not sure where to turn, so straight to you I go
To ask if you will take this. I’m sure you won’t say no.
I know your arms are full with requests beyond compare.
I know you’ll find the room and will handle all with care.
This one I give to you. It’s different from the heap.
This one I give to you. The others I will keep.
- Lisa Murphy Taylor © 2002
www.poemeopathy.com
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