Bless me ....
As a little one I yearned for a gentle hand to cup my head,
brush my cheek with parchment fingertips - to turn when I,
on small feet, did hurry toward - to smile at my back when
I left - Free then to cross the threshold
on small feet, did hurry toward - to smile at my back when
I left - Free then to cross the threshold
to nibble at delights from the plate of the day -
sighing deep - safe under the count-
sighing deep - safe under the count-
less protection of the bless that set
my unfolding fledgling soul to soar ....
my unfolding fledgling soul to soar ....