A tiny prayer!


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Deep in the folds
of my love´s embrace,
I bide my time,

waiting for the hurt to heal.
One by one I pick up the pieces

of my shattered soul and then,
like a frightened child,

I hold them up to the mother of my love,
to kiss them and make me whole again!

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  1. Lieven Grillaert:
    I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken — and I’d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived….

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