Sunny day out, and another reading of a poem of mine called Wake.
WAKE
Will you wait
When the water
Washes over the gate
While I, the father,
Wake from a dream
Whisper words to me
Wade through the stream
Watch me, joyfully,
Wherever I may be
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Like water passing through a gate, love moves with us, waking, whispering, and watching, wherever we are.