White flowers

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Good father Joseph, I whisper your name, like you are close to me / you are so close to me / The image is me, sitting next to your foster-Son, on this train, my head against his shoulder, a bunch of white calla lilies in my arms / You, good Joseph, were the first man to hold my heart, the first man God sent into my life to guide me / And you add lilies to the bouquet your foster-Son gave me, one by one / This month, this 30 days walking next to you / They are good days, tired days, bad days, bursting-with-joy days, hopeful days / So much can happen in just 30 days / So as I walk beside you, my hand in yours, with my bunch of lilies, catch my heart, and pray for its transformation / Good father Joseph.


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