Blessed be your silence
and all the tales it births,
the flowers in my garden,
the bodies in my earth.
Blessed be my tears
and all the floods they make
to summon up my fears
from underneath the lake.
Blessed be this heartache
and all the walls it builds
to make you climb the mountain,
to make me drop my shields.
Blessed be our loving
and all the light it shines
to get us through the darkness,
to read between the lines.
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