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To share the rythm of two heartbeats

or the secret of a smile,

or a wink when words aren’t needed

or a nod, if thar’s your style;

to be alone with just your feelings

to reflect on where you’ve trod,

to feel the grasp of an infant

these are the things of God.

To have the world flood all your senses

or a memory return,

to hear the joy of a giggle

or share a lesson that was learned;

to touch the heart of a stranger

or run barefoot through the sod,

to admit your weakest moments

these are the things of God.