Seeking God & in His presense
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I walk along this old side road
Up to a gateway once inlaid with gold -
Even if the wind no longer blows Or if the rivers forget to flow
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Father, sometimes I feel so alone
An abandoned child in a broken home -
She is unwed, with child
She feels life within her, in utero -
A cunning linguist
Your smooth tongue dangles seductive words -
in quiet meditation
she offers up delicate prayers -
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