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Ngaire Pook

Let me be

Let me be the wonder of the sky as it moves it’s clouds from mountain to mountain

 

Let me be the blade of grass that holds the dewdrop of early morning waiting for the sun to soak it up so I can grow

 

Let me be the first cry of a newborn when it realises its newness of this world

 

Let me be the thunder that rolls before the lightning strikes – the warning of nature’s fire

 

Let me be the sunflower that turns its head and follows the sun with gratitude

 

Let me be the darkness that sees the spark of light, the hope, the help, the love

 

Let me be the Angel in disguise that holds the broken grieving mother

 

Let me be the river that washes over you as the answer to all your worries

 

Let me be that

 

Let me see you

 

Let me feel you

 

Let me.



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