Poetry

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You're stung,
Hear the bees buzzing all around you.
Holding onto wounds,
'Til at last you find a healer in your mind,
What more can I say?
You fall and silently pray.

Problems come to call,
Questions go unanswered,
Up against a wall,
'Til at last you find
A healer, oh, so kind!
End another day,
You fall and silently pray.

You've gotta sail the seven seas,
Ride the rough to find the smooth,
You've gotta whistle in the breeze.
You've gotta fall from the highest peak
And you don't know where you're going
'Til you're down there............
On your knees.

The rider, dressed in silk,
Will calm the storm.
Turbulence subsides,
A new day dawns.
You're taken by the hand,
Through understanding,
Guided through tomorrow's yesterday.

I am tomorrow and today,
I am the past.
I am you, you are me,
A love which lasts.
So when I heard you call,
I heard you say;
There's so much more to learn
From each new day,
Go softly now,
You found your self the day
You silently prayed.

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