Prayer for a Girl O bear me safe past the waiting years
when love appears
as a wrong thing in a fishing net,
too strange to keep.
Shelter me in the eye of my fear;
let me not hear
voices mourning my abandonment
amid the storm.
O clear my gaze like the winter sky--
make light of my
danger and, one day, let me no more
turn from the strange.
Cyd Harrell, 2002. All rights reserved.
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