"Thy will be done"

Be gentle, my heart.Human love can be harshWhen will combines to force a bursting bud.It blasts the tender one that's been unfolding.(And I had only hoped to help a dear one flower.)

Be gentle.When patience governs thought and actionHuman will dissolves—And gardens bloom.

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July 23, 1984
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