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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Thoughts Upon a River Bank

I sat upon the river bank,
And stared,
Looking for my future
In a starlit sky,
Hoping to discern
My way,
The way to bring,
My fate to hand,
To arm myself
For what's to come.
My tears wished
That my soul,
And all its troubles,
Might be washed away,
As the water that flows by,
So easy that
The Hand of God,
Might appear to carry it,
From here,
Down to the sea.

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