if lifted up with mine arms i can
then such will i with tender touch
and strong arms embracing truth too
if kiss away tribulations i’m allowed
then gather i such troubles within
attend to them to tend away drifting
if plow and planting the garden flowering
such would be blooms arranged unequaled
of colour texture and scent in moment vases
such a garden i plant to tend is as if water
in the desert has arrived in my thirsty heart
...beloved awakened
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