By The Stream
Listening by the streamas cool waters wash over my feet,
cleansing what has already passed, by,
on the previous stream
of listening.
Clear cool waters
wash over my spirit,
so my soul may dance,
another day,
as my feet taste
the delight
of the stream
that flows
today,
and where the woodpecker taps
on the branches overhead
and the deer run in the underbrush.
Here, the butterflies also dance
through the trees,
and the ducks waddle
to find a more favored,
shaded,
part of shore.
In my heart
I embrace all that I have found,
all that's been given,
and settle,
have peace,
and listen
to the sun that rises
in my heart each day.
Its words now only speak
of peace.
Poetry by Morning Star
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Written on 2013-06-16 at 21:49
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