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Tatiana Lassonde
You Are Here
When the Mass becomes real
And the Eucharist flesh
When my heart echoes words
With new meaning and
depth,
When before you I stand
On one weary day
Laden with sorrow
And too weak to pray,
When by the lake in the
rain
After hours of prayer
I ask for a rainbow
To prove you are there,
When my son runs to me
And shows me his book
A sky full of rainbows
Greeting my look,
When I kneel in the dark
With a prayer beating
heart
By my grandmother’s
deathbed
Though we are miles apart,
Then I thank you, Oh Lord,
So humble and dear
For all blessings and joy
And for when you are near.
My child, I am here
And will always be
As I carry you on my back
To our Calvary.
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