The Poetry of Gerry Anne Lenhart . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

28: I'm Not Sure You Ever Really Knew

I'm not sure you ever really knew
Just how good you were
Always an artist
Body, soul, heart and hands
Touching sand or stone
Sent you to the moon
And back
For you, Heaven was never far
Your hands worked magic
When they touched the stone
Or carved the wood
I'm sure the Master Artist knew
And I
I always knew.

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