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Jan 2011
If spiritual longing comes deep within,
Then let my spirit soar on heavenly wings,
For there is more to living here and now,
Than just what we can touch and see.

Let monumental hurt and sorrow here,
Come tumbling down with words of love,
While we can still appreciate the moments,
That God has granted graciously to all.

Cleanse all my darkness days that came,
Let live my heart to hold another near,
Hurl hope into my aching mind and soul,
Let me sing heartedly for all to hear and know.

For since my birth into this swirling world did come,
I knew that He had meant for me to show the world,
That I can feel the hurt that others do unto another,
With still the capacity to forgive and love abundantly.

Who says that our paths are set in stone and steel,
While we can still be molded into somethingΒ Β etheral?
I look with a child's eyes toward the clouds and know,
That someday all who are sad will feel the endless joy.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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