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 Apr 2014 William Ivey
Triiniity
Why do you still resent me? Why judge me on my past deeds? I know it's all about who remembers, but no one remembers me. Why do I still have feelings? Why do I still write these? Not like anyone will notice, the way that my smile bleeds.
I thought of you when
I was sad today, and you
Made a smile appear

Right on my face you
Have replaced, a lost
Moment’s unhappy tear

And within the thought
Of you came a brightness,
Shining as bright as the  
Newly risen sun.

As I quietly reflected upon
The goodness I received,
Realizing your outpouring
Of grace is never done.
A morning prayer

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