Fff. Fff. Familiarity is the Father’s ah-ffair. Name once hushed finds flimsy feel on wet, smacking, lips. Fold your arms and catch re-straint---(the Father’s saint)---and yearn then wait. . . best foot forward, Christ-filled shoe/tied in lollipop loops. Fingers frail lead one, two, and then, boo! To Father.
[Number one, two, three/chasing after oneanother like children round and round the merry go round.round.round. spinning outoffocus Father, Spirit, Son.
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(i have nothing to add except that now that i have found these three posts i cannot stop rereading them. wonderful Helen.)
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