I have known loss

And I have known gain.

I know what it is

To wail in the night

And smile in the day.

And I know who it is that

remains unmoved in it all.

Whose hand I clutch and kiss

In both storm and sun.

Whose eyes remain ever fixed

When mine rove and red.

Whose face on whom I look

And all the “whys” die.

Oh, who am I that

You are mindful of me.

Who powders the peaks

With snow and

Plants the wildflowers

upon the hilltops.

I cover my mouth

And take your hand.

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