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There’s time
to make a cradle.
The pieces might not fit
and never leave the box
but miracles go together
to make wings.
There’s time
to find a cradle.
Though people can be hard;
all those silent questions.
Yet found treasures
are so cherished.
There’s time
an empty cradle.
Standing without crawling,
walled in by absence.
Open a door together
and fill with your shared life.
There’s time
to make hope,
to find strength
and empty dread.
There’s time.
