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He Taught Me

by @mark-lecuona

He taught me how not to hurt anyone And not to trade in his name For my ambitions are not his for blame He taught me about the quiet air all around And how what I could not see Would be the life breathing inside of me He taught me how not to love war And why those are blessed Who tell us only peace feathers their nest He taught me about the sounds we hear And how man would discover That wood and steel could speak of a lover He taught me to accept all human difference And to know of his presence For what I do not understand is his providence He taught me that what is holy is the ground And that all who walk are seeds Planted for those who follow to fill their needs He taught me that my children are my life And that time passing is to know That they will fill the river that my age made low He taught me that his word is our bond And though life itself may lie It was his promise that we would never die
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May 9, 2015
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