Swept and Straightened

Let my peace echo
The same peace you have brought me
These eyes sufficient

This storm resounding
But oh how we run through it
Laughing on soaked streets

Met in violet times
But in darkness you saw green
And have made it grow

You've tended it well
So let me be your gardener
These words as my seeds

You are hope to me
Abundant joy multiplies
So hope fills your halls

How might one explain
One brought to life from the page
Word becoming flesh?

Seems I don't have to
You saw it in the graveyard
Recognized on sight

So take natural form
You amazing grain of sand
N)ever)more deserved 

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