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Jul 2015
A sip of coffee from my mug at the appearance of sunlight makes me tranquil.
I don't recall much about what I dreamt of when I slept.
There is no guarantee that I will see the moon tonight, for as we know, the rest is not promised, but bring on the day.
Even with all its worries and concerns I embrace it.
It begins with the opening of eyes, a yawn, a rise, a walk, the pouring, and a sip by sip of my morning coffee.
I recalled Matthew 6:34 in the process of composing this poem.
Elder Darius Castañeda
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Elder Darius Castañeda  Western Shores of Babylon
(Western Shores of Babylon)   
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     Eva Rushton, --- and Kelley A Vinal
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