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beginnings, dream, faith, life, light, love, path, promise, purpose, seasons, sometimes, unknown, woods
from this road
onto another
how we bend
how we lean
into a path so unfamiliar –
through the wooded
woods again
I can’t pretend
to know the reasons
why and where
the way becomes
a place we stood
some distant season
making plans
of a sweet unknown
giving heart
our soul’s permission
to write in verses
yet unseen
carving time into a promise
– to find again
the place
we dreamed
. . .
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