Sometimes a kindred soul we find
at just the perfect time
Someone who helps to fill a void
our wounds, they help us bind...
A rescue from a sinking ship
sometimes we just exist
They help us find what we had lost
what we so long have missed...
A rain that falls upon the ground
so parched and cracked by drought
Our hearts begin to feel again
a flower starts to sprout...
The unexpected miracle
we thought we'd never see
The answer to a thousand prayers
we whispered silently...
Jon Arno
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