The Finding

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Never seeing the loss
The saddest of all
Never to recall
The deepest cost

Left in childhood
What children know
Left as we grow
What we understood

Maybe we fall
By chance or fate
Maybe not too late
By Grace we recall

Instead of finding
Maybe turned around
Instead of life’s blinding
Maybe we are found

Stoic

Seeing

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Seeing something bigger

Beyond you

Is humbling

 

In perspective issues fall

 

A life so full of beauty

Calls to one and all

If we but heed the call

 

And I am here

 

Witness to creation

A world forlorn

Every sun and moon rise

 

A heart reborn

 

Stoic

Seeds

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In secret places seeds may fall
Fertile soil beyond the wall
Planted in time they will grow
Yet we may never know
 
Anger’s weeds are fast to bloom
Fear allows the growing room
Shame to feed the subtle shoots
Pride digs deep its roots
 
Slowly sometimes roses bloom
Pushing up from the tomb
Vines climb from deep within
Atop a wall to begin again
 
Stoic