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i whispered your worth in the dark places i carried your bones in the sky far below the place where God sits and the souls of children weave star lilies in the wild after. the soft touch of fingers ghost over your eyes while you sleep and this lullaby pours from my lips a song i have sung before to different ears than yours a spell of my own making self-taught wisdom and the memory of sweeter hands lifting me from the deep this prayer is born in a place of silence and scars. oh Father, forgive me for I know the darkness well let me walk through the valley of shadows but bring this little one beneath my lullaby close against your heart.