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Our David

Putting it all together,

Vainly endeavouring for progress,

Watching it all fall apart.

Knowing each cycle, humbles us as children,

Giving us the unsolicited, not what we savoured.

Our hopes’ answers may appear mysterious,

Meandering, unquenched.

Only revealing the capacity within him to endure the affliction,

and bestow his lessons upon us,

his unfathomable patience to seek remedy,

his unwavering tolerance of denied wishes,

the wonder of unspoken tenderness in their constant companionship,

the inimitable nature of selfless love.

And we may feel shamed, falling to our own incomparable concerns,

as we bear witness to his taciturn reluctance,

not yet overwhelmed he digresses from succumbing to failure,

and onward seeks deliverance as our David, his goliath.

◄ Let her be

Dad's song ►

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