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May 2014
I Walk through the lonely ancient woods
And hear the voices of Cedars of Lebanon
Whispering a truth known to all
But remembered by few

A felled branch reveals the wound
That smells of comfort and wisdom
Your knots are like the eyes of God
Scrutinizing my every intentions

I feel at ease as I rest in your strong arms
And think --
If I had a choice for a final resting place
It would be under your majestic feet
John K Trainer
Written by
John K Trainer  M/New Hampshire
(M/New Hampshire)   
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