We search the tidepools of our soul
\nTo find our hearts two halves, one whole
\nWe seek another to whom we bind
\nOur heart, our soul, our body, our mind
\nAnd by the quick we take a stroll
\nNever lost, or sad and always kind<\/p>\n
We ebb and flow in rhythmic beat
\nIn some ways torn, in some complete
\n‘Til that we seek is close we feel
\nWe stumble, fall and then we kneel
\nHands clasped tight, wet with heat
\nLonging stares till hearts do heal<\/p>\n
And then we journey, by hand unknown
\nTo lands we feel we hardly own
\nWith partners trusting, heads held high
\n‘Til next we feel each other’s sigh
\nA pull so tempting, we must have flown
\nTogether to that place gone by<\/p>\n
I’d have held you tight in travels long
\nIf fate had been not quite as strong
\nWith soul bared open, exposed and near
\nTake this hand and betray no fear
\nWe steal a moment, and with grace along
\nThe paths we have, with you, right here<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
We search the tidepools of our soul To find our hearts two halves, one whole We seek another to whom we bind Our heart, our soul, our body, our mind And by the quick we take a stroll Never lost, or sad and always kind We ebb and flow in rhythmic beat In some ways … Continue reading With Grace Along the Paths We Have<\/span>