...then suddenlytouched by my own spade of light,
the gift of a heaven sent gardener.
digs down deep through ribbon roots,
this gentle tiller of my hearts soil.
and with each tender turning,
breaks through deep clay wounds.
droplets of light pour in through each hole,
while gentle rain sheets soften each scar.
now rooted so deeply within,
tender seedlings clear and true grow.
warmed by the light, enriched by his care,
ripened to harvest, this gift now to share.
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